You heard of him. A gut-wrenching composer of distorted word play (to describe it nerdlike). Raps wrongdoer, causing feelings in thin skinned, squeamish, faint of the heart rappers and fans alike. He is one of the most warped, misshapen and inventive MC/producers in the genre of indie hip hop music. A shadowy eyed gentleman who lives under the gloomy, disheartened region of hip-hops residency? Hailing from the troughs of Mt. Vernon and misty cliff mountain town of Katonah, he dwells on the outskirts of the timberline watching the unwary human sheep flocks go about customary life. Radiating a shadow large enough and perceptible enough to make every avid rap fan say “I heard of him, his voice sounds familiar, oh he sounds like this or that rapper”. His name is legendary like a fairy tale monster in story books and fable paperbacks. Rumored to inhabit cafes, basements and numerous speak easys, coffee bars and club stages through out NYC. Reported Sightings of his unsystematic and arbitrary performances in underground venues are known to give the audience motion sickness cradeling goose skin…. Mother Fu#!* JAKPROGRESSO, one word! The boogey man who lives under the bed of sleeping children and inside the dim frigid corners of the mic booth. Making frenzied but imaginative songs and albums that seem to materialize, hover for years, then vanish, leaving hooked listeners hunting for them like the grays or ogopogo. He’s appeared on numerous albums, EP’s and wax singles that circulate the underground. He’s the rappers rapper and a favorite among the horrorcore and 90’s gener X, hard core head-nod listeners. Another maniacal bridge troll coming out of the gonzo guild, red typewriter label clique called johnny23.