The hardest task of an upcoming artist is getting their name and music out into the waves. Many wish and try to enter the world of Hip Hop, but after all the hard work they put into their starting careers, to see that nobody is really listening, some begin to loose confidence, get on with their life, start hustling the streets, and their dream begins to fade away. But then again there are some that keep struggling and make things happen. Born in the Brooklyn streets of New York City LEGIT is still struggling and trying to reach for that one hand, which is going to lift him up and set him in his right place in the rap game. 　　Being raised in East New York, growing up wasn’t easy. The money maker of the house was known as a big timer in the neighborhood back in the 70s, early 80s for selling drugs and driving around in the cars of the year. Everything turned around when he was arrested by an undercover cop who stood by his side for two years. Turns out he was trapped the same way LL cool J was by Omar Epps in the movie In to Deep. He served 10 years in a federal prison, and later deported to the Dominican Republic, leaving Legit side at the age of three. 　　At the age of 10 his family moved to Jamaica Queens. There Legit would start writing little rhymes which he would spit to his cousin after he burned some Piff. His cousin would motivate him to keep writing, and every time he and his friends would burn Legit would come out and start rapping; inspiring him to write his first song at the age of 12. By the age of 14 Legit was working the streets with some help from a family member. Money and jewelry was something he wasn’t short of at the time; He would stack his pockets in the low numbered streets of Jamaica Avenue, and stack some more from the streets of Bushwick, he was walking the same path his father had walked 20 years earlier. When Legit turned 15, he and four of his closest friends created a free styling clique called the "Brooklyn Bangers" out in Bushwick, and eventually began their own little free style Friday in the back of a clothing store of a mall. There Legit met Christopher Ruiz from the Bronx, who had a talent of composing some swift instrumentals, "he was like our ghetto Swizz Beatz". A few months later the clique began to fall apart, one lost confidence, another was locked up, and one moved to Philly, even Legit himself stopped dreaming, and gave it all up; Legit began to take bigger risks in the streets, by working them all day and all night, flashing tools, and hitting up spots with his street family who call themselves "The 7:30 Famo". "There was always a place on my body that was whiter than my fresh white on white uptowns". Now that Legit was out in the streets more, he also risked his family finding out what he’s been doing on his spare time, and that’s just what happened when somebody snitched him out, sending the cops to his front door on an early morning. "The worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life was the way my mom’s eyes looked when the cops came in, pulled out my stash and took me to the car in cuffs; she was the one who held me down through everything, from the music to previous court dates". 　　When Legit was out on the streets again his cousin kept telling him to go back to the music, because he was good at it, "he was the first one to actually believe in me". Regardless of whether or not he was good, he always had thoughts on the back of his mind of how he would be judged as a Dominican in the Hip Hop world. But those are thoughts that would never be the barrier to hold him back. He got on his right state of mind, and got on his grind. Always working on new material, Legit is preparing for that day when his music will be heard by listeners all around New York, maybe even around the world.