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K-Rino arrives quietly.

The tall, rangy rapper doesn't own a car, so he moves about on foot mostly, especially when he heads to MacGregor Park, just south of the University of Houston and just north of the South Park neighborhood he hails from. It's the South Park neighborhood in which he still lives. It's the South Park neighborhood he represents.

He'll take rides when he needs them. As a performer, he needs to get to gigs, which can be in town at Club Bermuda or halfway around the world in Australia. But in his neighborhood, he moves with a lazy lope and contemplative silence.

K-Rino also arrives ferociously. When he gets to a stage, he coils and weaves like a snake. He rips through rhymes with tempestuous intensity. His flinty voice has a touch of grit, but it's also sly and supple and slips around tricky rhymes and rhythms.

"He's a real beast," says rapper Trae, who as a kid used to listen to this Houston hip-hop legend. "He forces you to pay attention to him. He's an intelligent, talented guy. He has great lyrics; he's a great storyteller. But you're moved by the intensity."

Independently recorded and released, K-Rino's albums don't crack the charts. Often dressed in black with nary a diamond in sight, he's too quiet to sell himself as a national brand. He's also too loud to sell himself as a national brand.

Labels have approached him. He's always passed.

"There's always something people want to change," K-Rino, aka Eric Kaiser, says. "I'm not a flashy dude. You won't see me put jewelry on. I'm not going to have the flyest, prettiest clothes. People look at me and say, 'He can rap, but if we can just change this sucka. Add this to him. Or maybe if he don't talk so much about the government, lay off that a little while. Maybe make a dance song. Make a club song.'

"No, man. That's telling a person to be somebody he isn't."

* * *

There are benefits to working alone. Some are financial.

The national music industry's disinterest in ? some would say disrespect for ? Southern hip-hop empowered some musicians. Nearly two decades before artists began to take control of the creation and distribution of their work, players in this city's scene were doing it out of necessity.

"We wanted to be in the business, too," K-Rino, 37, says. "We shopped our records around, but the majors didn't want to fool with us. What do we do? We put out our records ourselves.

"One thing that Houston did, we defined real independence."

The CD helped facilitate this. Cheaper to make and reproduce than the LP, it was an equalizing medium. While a major-label artist sometimes makes $1 per CD sale, K-Rino says, "I could sell 5,000 records and make 40 G's. That's a nice chunk of money.

"If they'd have accepted us out the gate, there wouldn't even be an independent scene like there is now. But everything happens for a reason."

If outsiders face a common antagonist, they can often be expected to band together. K-Rino created a circle of friends and colleagues called the South Park Coalition.

The SPC has claimed numerous rappers ? Dope-E, Ganxsta NIP, Klondike Kat, Point Blank, the late A.C. Chill, Murder One, to name a few ? and as a coalition, they've released dozens of CDs, a street-level revolution. They appear on each others' albums. They perform en masse.

K-Rino doesn't rely on ads in national music magazines or bookings on late-night TV. Instead, he spreads the word with flurries of flyers and CDs sold out of living rooms.

There are benefits to working alone. Some are creative.

Last year, K-Rino released Book Number 7, his strongest album to date. On a major label, that album would've required a three-year commitment of recording, touring (domestic), more touring (international) and other promotion. But because he makes his own hours and calls his own shots, K-Rino already has his next record available. It's the first volume of a three-part album called Triple Darkness.

Double albums are often considered creative indulgences in popular music. A triple isn't unheard of. But it's a lot of music.

He says his favorite rappers would release a record every year or every other year. "That wasn't enough for me," he says. "I want my fans to get a lot of music."

K-Rino keeps things grass roots but doesn't lack ambition.

* * *

K-Rino fields all questions the same way. If he's not speaking, his eyes dig into those of whomever is. Question posed, he looks away, pauses a moment and rattles off a fully-realized answer as though he were asked the same thing a day earlier. If there's a point he feels particularly strongly about, he'll cap it with a nod and a "Straight up."

With a microphone in his hand, there's no turning away. There's only focus.

Bun B doesn't recall the first time he heard K-Rino. But the UGK rapper hasn't forgotten the first time he saw him in the early '90s. K-Rino was at the club Konnections fishing for other rappers with whom he could do rhyming battles. He crossed paths with a rapper from Port Arthur named Big 6. Bun says Big 6 was a formidable rapper. "He was raw, he spit some hard stuff. He was on his (expletive)."

Bun pauses and chuckles.

"I'd never seen anybody humiliate anyone with rhymes the way K-Rino did," he says. "Everybody was rapping with each other, maybe some prewritten rhymes, you say yours, I say mine. You rap about whose rhymes might be harder. But calling out somebody with disses specifically aimed at you? That (expletive) was real."

K-Rino talks of the time with a warm sense of nostalgia. Occasionally a smile breaks across his face. He insists his involvement in those battles was inspired by a love of the craft. The burning competition is still in his music ? on Triple Darkness he boasts, "if you've got tight metaphors then I must have metafives" ? but he doesn't quite cop to the throat-ripping sensibility that made him a legend. That said, his handle stands for "Killer Rhymes Intellectually Nullifying Opponents," so there's no denying some thirst for competition.

"It would seem like a gang fight, but it was nothing but a rap battle," he says. "You show up at a club and there was a buzz that you just don't feel in this era. It's more of a showcase now. Back then it was a contest. Those days are gone.

"Everything's so industry-oriented today. People come out of the gate with the photo shoot, the mix tape, the packaged demo. They don't have to do that training ground anymore, building up, where you put in your time on the streets and paid your dues. I was on the streets before I made a record. I was ringing bells in this city before I ever stepped into a studio and put on headphones. That's a stripe for me. And I'm proud of that stripe."

There was plenty of Stevie Wonder in K-Rino's house growing up, but by the mid-'80s hip-hop began to seep in. He started rapping as a teen in 1986. He cites the usual sources of inspiration: LL Cool J, T La Roc, Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, KRS-One. "Once I started that, it was over for me," he says.

In 1987 his father funded Rockin' It, his first single as part of the group Real Chill, an early hip-hop release in this region. He worked for a bit in his friend Dope-E's group C.O.D. In 1993, a year after converting to Islam, he released Stories From the Black Book, an album that bristled with split-second rhymes and a larger sense of purpose. Faith (he's affiliated with the Nation of Islam) and discipline thread through his music to the present.

Creator of Life, a track from that album, could stand as his mission statement, and he hasn't wavered from it. In it he talks about putting aside differences between the city's neighborhoods and creating an "H-town avalanche."

He also spit against the trappings of crime and fame both.

"How can I win this race if I'm running in the devil's shoes?" he raps. "I ain't a gangster or a pimp/but negativity however is hard to exempt/I gotta make my brain strong/live my life right that I might live long/I need to know that material things mildew and mold/cars get old, brothers die over gold."

K-Rino's songbooks are iconic and almost mythical, serving as a fine metaphor for him. Dressed simply in black with a live-wire mind, he puts his live-wire lyrics into unadorned black notebooks that are referenced throughout his recordings.

He's a little protective of the books; one was pinched from the corner of a stage while he was performing. "I've got to keep them far from the front of the stage," he says. How about putting out a decoy? Even that ? making something he doesn't really need ? seems extravagant. "Naw, I just need to take care of the ones I got."

For a guy who puts no value on anything material, his books are treasure.

* * *

K-Rino's approach blocks him from selling millions of records at a time. Even if he did, he says he'd never leave his neighborhood. It's impossible to see him anywhere else. He's like a quiet mayor at MacArthur Park. Over several conversations, some 20 or so people pass by the basketball court where we speak. There's a teenager smoking pot on a bench and a man of about 60 who just cuts through the court on his way to somewhere else. Neither say "hello."

But their greeting is the same. "K-Rino!"

He greets each by name.

K-Rino's raps about the streets aren't made from the suburbs. "I was raised in the Dead End," he says on a Book Number 7 cut. "The Park is my hood."

That same song contains the line "every man for himself, don't expect no favors," a reflection of the streets rather than something he believes. He wants to make things better.

K-Rino grimaces when the 2006 murder of rapper Hawk comes up. "Certain people, if something like that happened, you'd think, 'I knew that was going to happen one day.' For Hawk to be killed cold-blooded, that was a wake-up call. It can happen to anybody.

"We have to step up in our own community and be more appreciative to each other and not be bloodthirsty. Consider a man's family and consider your own family when you're out doing the things you're out doing."

His voice turns sharper with frustration that no arrest has been made. He says it's not a priority.

"Law enforcement, local government, to them it's just another rapper got murdered. But if the community doesn't step up and try to help Hawk's wife locate that man, then we're doing a disservice to her and to ourselves. The problem is we mourn for a little while, then we get back to doing the same thing until it happens to somebody else. We have to institute real change in the community."

He nods.

"Straight up."

K-Rino knows he lives differently than the other members of his SPC. There are no guns, no syrup, no drugs of any sort. "My understanding is it's something he never did," says Peter Beste, who has photographed K-Rino and other SPC members extensively. (He'll publish a book of photographs from Houston's rap scene next year.) "He has a strong personality, and I think he sees himself as a leader that way. He definitely commands a lot of respect."

The answerless question about whether hip-hop sometimes reflects a criminal culture or inspires it is pointless with K-Rino. He sees the cycles, sometimes with members of his own coalition. He says vaguely that "we have to stop glorifying negativity in our music, because we've become products and victims of our own thoughts."

K-Rino talks of "ascending" beyond musician to being an activist.

"At the end of the day, man, you want to have some good works under your name," he says. "If I can execute good works and help people as opposed to bringing people down, I'm straight. That's my blessing. I'm signed with the streets. Straight up."

That isn't to say he doesn't want to expand beyond Houston. He's been approached by promoters in Sweden to do some concerts there. A three-city tour of Australia was very successful ("we got rock-star status there," he says), and he remains a great draw through parts of Europe, where he has a formidable white audience. "You look out and you might see two black people," he says.

Fine by him. He says, "Music isn't something that's relegated to a race or color. If the music is good, it will affect whoever opens up to it. If it's tight, it's tight." He nods. "Straight up."

More than race, generational issues seem to be the root of divisiveness about rap. For a quarter century it has filled the bill in the "not your parents' music" department. Rap is now also divided internally by age. Time leaves hip-hop artists behind. LL Cool J posts decent sales but nothing like he did 20 years ago. Unlike pop and rock, which have a thriving oldies circuit, rap is hard on veterans. Old rappers ? meaning rappers in their 30s ? fade away. Many resent their younger counterparts.

"You have to keep growing," K-Rino says. "If you stop growing, you're dead in the water. A lot of people from the golden era, as we call it, try to distance themselves from the younger artists. The younger generation keeps me young. These young brothers show me love. They're hot, I'm not. But it makes me feel like all these years in the game meant something to somebody."

It's not tough to make the argument that K-Rino today is a sharper, smarter artist than he was 20 years ago. Book Number 7 and Triple Darkness suggest there's plenty of gas in the tank. But both deliberately lack the sheen of a 21st-century, major-label, hip-hop release. But he's not going to pay six figures for a beat by hitmakers like the Neptunes. It wouldn't be right.

"I'm old-school," he says, "that's how it's got to be."

It won't get him on many magazine covers. But he knows he's distinguished himself.

"Among people . . . with a grill in their mouth, diamonds on their watch, I'm going to stand out," he says. "Whatever, there's 20 million other cats doing that. Me? I'm a plain Jane. I've got to be me, and that's not my style. My diamond is my mind. If I can look the way I look, dress the way I do and still command a crowd's attention, hey, that means I'm getting by the old-fashioned way.

No accessories.

"That's my jewel, right there."

He nods.

"Straight up."

andrew.dansby@chron.com