Kye Harry, a Chicago native and relative newcomer to Fort Worth’s rap scene, got his stage name over a few lines of cocaine a little over a decade ago in his hometown. Harry was dealing the drug then, and a regular customer scored a baggie one night, then invited Harry and his buddies to partake. “Kyeyote, you don’t hit the slopes?” the man asked, beckoning from across the room. Harry said he didn’t partake –– but he did scoop up the nickname. “It just kind of stuck with me,” he said.
From his Bedford apartment recently, Kyeyote recalled that day with the reserved amusement you might expect from a former drug dealer turned indie-rap impresario. He’s a gainfully employed father preparing to release a sophomore album, For the Love Ballads, due out this fall.
The name soon landed on marquees across the Chicago area. Today, local hip-hop heads recognize it too. He’s played shows in venues from Lola’s Saloon to Dallas’ Green Elephant and many clubs and bars in between.