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"We got it down to a science! We've sold our CDs to people who don't even speak English! It's all about your approach... We make people stop, get in front of them, start asking them questions... If they're skeptical about the music, we carry a mini boombox and play the CD right there. We even freestyle if we have to; it's all about your hustle." When asked if Lex is the only one manning the mean streets of South Florida, the rest flare up in retaliation. "Man, I can outhustle him!" Komakozie exclaims. "It's like a competition — who can outsell the others."
The group's unyielding DIY spirit is visible on and off the streets. All claim to sleep only three hours a day; when they're not in the studio working, they're out in the public selling. When night falls, you can catch them onstage anywhere between West Palm Beach and Miami, their bright-eyed energy converting nonbelievers into hip-hop evangelicals.So is there light at the end of the tunnel? Will Major League get picked up by the majors? Is that something they even want? "Eventually, we'd like to get signed, if the money's right, but right now, we're just trying to make good music, both lyrically and musically," Kush says. "Some of the stuff out now is just awful; it's not even English. We're changing all that."
Lex continues: "Music is what we do; this is our full-time job. None of us eat very well, sleep very well... but we're doing what we love, and hopefully people like what we're doing."