For AutiBody, hip-hop wasn’t a choice—it was a lifeline. Long before hitting 100K streams on Apple Music, the Modesto, California-born rapper was scribbling verses in the margins of his high school notebooks, splitting time between J. Cole’s introspection and the timeless cadence of A Tribe Called Quest. That early obsession became more than a hobby—it became survival. From roach-infested apartments to open mics and DIY mixtapes, his story isn’t a fairytale rise. It’s a grind that never lets up.

Auti3ody’s music hits a rare intersection: the heart of backpack rap and the pulse of the streets. There’s melodic vulnerability reminiscent of Mac Miller, sharpened by the narrative clarity of J. Cole. He doesn’t rely on gimmicks or trends—his voice carries the weight of someone who’s lived every word. Whether he’s pouring his truth into a late-night verse or riding over boom-bap beats with surgical flow, the songs feel like journal entries you were never meant to hear.

What sets him apart isn’t just lyricism—it’s urgency. Every bar feels earned, not engineered. “Your voice needs to be heard,” he says, not as a marketing line, but as a personal mission. And it shows. In a digital landscape chasing virality, Autoi3ody is building something more durable: authentic connection. The kind you feel when a lyric hits just a little too close. The kind that sticks around long after the algorithm forgets.

He’s not slowing down. With a new project slated for next year and dreams of larger stages on the horizon, the independent artist remains focused. Fans might catch glimpses of his process on Instagram or TikTok, but the real story is in the music—raw, reflective, and deeply human.

“Hip-hop saved my life,” he shares. One listen, and it’s clear: he’s repaying the favor—one track at a time.

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