Reggae Raised Me. Brooklyn Made Me.

I am a Jamaican-American. That's not a footnote in my biography — that's the foundation of everything I am as an artist. And I don't think it gets talked about nearly enough.

Grow up in a Caribbean household and music is not background noise. It's the air. Reggae, dancehall, calypso — these are storytelling traditions that go back generations. Rhythm as resistance. Melody as memory. Before I ever picked up a mic, I was already being educated in what it means to put truth inside a groove.

When hip hop emerged, it felt immediately familiar to me. The cadence, the social commentary, the communal energy — that was just reggae speaking a new language. Brooklyn was the translation booth where those two worlds collided, and I was right there in the middle of it.

That Caribbean sensibility gives my delivery something you can hear but might not be able to name. A certain lilt. A patience with the rhythm. An understanding that the space between the words matters as much as the words themselves. That's not something you learn in a studio — that's something you absorb at Sunday dinner with the music loud and your people around you.

Today I host Authentic Caribbean — the first nationally syndicated Caribbean radio show — alongside Diggin' In Tha Crates. Because representation matters. That culture deserves its own platform, and I'm honored to give it one.

Reggae raised me. Brooklyn made me. Hip hop gave me the world. And I carry all three everywhere I go.

— Chubb Rock  |  The Chubbster