She’s the gully, fire-mouthed lyricists from New York. Born and raised in the heart of MC Shan’s hometown, Persia was the heart… and voice… of the (White) Rapper Show. Her antics drew the ire of the Black community (using the N-word), the laughter of millions (John Brown + A Dildo = Comedy Gold) and the respect of a hip-hop legend (MC Serch).

Unfortunately, Ms. Persia was eliminated from the show for, again, blanking out during her verse. The chance at $100,000 is lost to the New York rhyme animal, but HHDX hopes that this doesn’t stop her from accomplishing her goal of being one of hip-hop’s most respected lyricists.

The Queen of Far Rockaway Queens chops it up with HHDX as she waxes poetic about her blanking out during the challenges, her confrontations with John Brown and dishes on the disses to a certain “misfit”…

HHDX: You and Sullee were the strongest lyricists in the house. How did it feel when he decided to leave the show?
Persia: I personally wanted to whip Sullee’s ass because he left. Since he chose to leave, I was hot! He looked at me before the elimination started up and said, “I’m sorry”. I wanted to go his home and kill him after he did his verse. We couldn’t talk to them after the eliminations were over, but he left me a letter on my bed telling me about how he felt. I’m disappointed, we decided that it was going to come down to him and myself. We knew that we would have to battle it out, but we both knew that it wasn’t going to be personal. I mean… come on… he couldn’t go at John Brown. Hell, after the challenge was over, he wasn’t his teammate anymore. But I understand why he left… I know he was stressed and tired of always having to be in the elimination process.

HHDX: Far Rockaway is a not a place for softies. How did your home influences your straight-to-the-point rhyme style?
Persia: It comes natural to me, honestly. Whatever comes out of my mouth hits the paper. When I write, it’s always about an experience… whether past or present. I don’t write for the radio, never have any intentions on doing so, either. I never sit down with something pre-planned. I had just started rhyming about four months before the show began taping. I had never been on a stage, never performed in a whole bunch of people, never really got that much into the craft of rapping until then. My nerves got to me. I mean, Serch was standing there all those times and he’s a legend in my eyes. Knowing that he’d either be impressed or not, always messed with my mental. But I guess this time it had got the best of me. Continued on page 2 »