Kane Mayfield, born Christopher Reid (no relation) has always been an outgoing character. Be it sculpting intricate rap lyrics or ordering a cup of coffee, he will always give you more than what you bargain for. The impossible is the ordinary, and the ordinary impossible to the man who never met a challenge he did not like. Born to be the most Guyanese Yankee to live and breath, a strict West Indian upbringing has and still does direct Kane through his beats rhymes and life. Long Island raised, New Yorker to the core, he has lived in almost every borough, Jersey City, Baltimore, and Florida. His flow is mapped out like the diary of a schizophrenic, decorated with broad strokes of imagery that can either delight or horrify the senses. Kane's rhyme patterns will force your expectations off a cliff, only to swing to the rescue with the timing of a Rolex. As most rappers will give you the everyday street tales, and braggadocio, Kane is tethered to no particular topic. He can bring you from the most dangerous hallways in a bullet riddled housing project, to the executive office of Merrill Lynch. He is the proverbial iron fist beneath a white velvet glove. His vocabulary is as extensive as his street slang. This along with a standing career in finance will give even the most gutter lyrics a touch of class rarely found in today’s hip hop artists. He was raised in Amityville, NY (same as De La Soul), one town over from Wynedanch (Rakim), and just up the road from Brentwood (EPMD). It is somewhere in the middle of all these prolific characters that he found his voice. Kane was his name before the music however. A nickname given to him by the by the same people who would later urge him to start rapping. Just a few years prior his older brother went to prison for carjacking/kidnapping and his footsteps seemed to beckon him from the strait and narrow. Spending more time with friends and less time at basketball practice he was brought home in handcuffs more times than he cared to remember. In 1996 he penned his first lyrics to a Wu Tang Clan instrumental set on loop in the tape deck at the recommendation of his cousin VDC. He did, and as his bars developed the two (and their mutual cousin K.Black) formed the Linque Clique. The group was quickly picked up by a local record label Street Dreams Ent, however Kane was left out of the picture. Told he wasn't strong enough on the microphone, he was left as the silent member of the newly signed group. Street Dreams closed down shortly after due to "unforeseen legal issues" and the group was back at stage one. With VDC in and out of jail, Kane in and out of state, and K. Black at In and Out Barber Shop, the group never really got a firm enough grip on a fan base outside of the Far East (LINY). Kane decided that rap, and the streets where more of a headache than it was worth and became a stockbroker ala Boiler-room. Never one to back down from a challenge, he committed to it wholeheartedly working 18 hour days, while studying to pass his Series 7 exam. Moving to the city to be 'closer to the action" he soon learned the vast contrast between Wall Street, and Paul Street (back home). Curbing his hot blooded temper, sharp tongue, and biting sarcasm took some doing, however he managed to win the favor of the senior partners of the firm. The ability to paint a picture with words could sway even the most cautious investor to empty his trust fund. Still a child at heart Kane spent the majority of a six figure income chasing every vice NYC had to offer. He found himself working side by side with one of the best account openers he had ever heard. A drunken impulse driven salesman who could spin any situation to his advantage….this became his mentor. Both being Guyanese, one from Queens, the other from Long Island they began to run side by side working hard, and playing even harder. Kane still wrote rhymes, but now they were avenues where he could vent, and deal with the tensions of work, friends dying or going to jail, and his mother who's health issues kept his sleep scarce and his nightmares vivid. He soon moved back to Baltimore, a place he was sent at 17 to get away from the footsteps of his brother, and began working in the Mortgage business. Success soon followed but his celebration was short lived. Brian, his mentor from the NYC brokerages had passed away in a car accident in Broward County Florida leaving a widow and a baby daughter. Kane sought refuge in the only place that he could…his music. He began recording like a man possessed, spilling out all of his bile in verses that condemned turncoats, grieved losses, and coped with regret. Dark music was an understatement. It was during this period that he and Headphones met on the Local Baltimore music scene. Still convinced rap was his therapy and nothing more he was not easily convinced that this could be a career. Headphones being a veteran of the music business invited him to a sit down with another producer, and it was that sit down that first birthed the seeds that grew into Mania Music. They met with Brandon Lackey the owner operator of Verde Grace Studio, who was working with a few artists that he said had a lot of promise. Midas and Ron G, entered and the three began a jam session that lasted for hours. Everyone looked around and though the words were not spoken in the air, everyone was of the same mindset……."this is going to be BIG". Soon thereafter The label was formally put together and the artists joined forces to make a Mania Music compilation album Grand Opening. Kane is now working on his album, and putting the finishing touches on his mix tapes and side projects. EXPECT NOTHING LESS THAN GREATNESS IN THE FUTURE."