In an era where rap often bends to trends and algorithms, Diego is a rare force, like a sermon echoing through smoky alleyways. Born Samuel Izzy on December 31, 1994, in Lagos, and later shaped by the cultural richness of Calabar during his time at UNICAL, Diego isn’t just a rapper. He’s a philosopher in motion. A preacher with a mic. A walking contradiction of grit and grace.

Also known in the underground as Ace Lyrics!!, Diego’s sound cuts deeper than your typical trap beat. His name, “El Diego”, isn’t just aesthetic—it’s layered. Rooted in Greek etymology meaning *The Teacher* or *Doctrine*, Diego takes it further with his own acronym: “Truly I Am.” To him, music isn’t entertainment—it’s a calling. Each verse is a spiritual weapon. Each 808-laced beat is his pulpit. And Diego? He’s the voice from the corner, decoding pain, purpose, and perseverance.

Raised as the middle child in a modest Lagos household, music was never just background noise—it was survival. His journey sparked unexpectedly in 2011 when he joined his older brother in the studio and laid down a hook that changed everything. That spontaneous moment lit the fuse. Since then, Diego’s pen hasn’t rested.

By 2017, he had launched his own independent label and recording hub, Bloodline—more than a studio, it was a haven for raw expression. There, Diego sculpted over 500 unreleased tracks, each one carrying fragments of his identity, faith, and fury. His breakout mixtape, *BMW Lover* (released in November 2020), cemented his cult status. A mix of romantic chaos, gritty spirituality, and street poetry, it proved Diego wasn’t just rhyming—he was revealing.

Musically, Diego blends Trap, Hip-Hop, and Afro-R&B, but it’s the message that distinguishes him. His lyrics carry coded affirmations and layered street philosophy. This is what he calls a “Cultured Street Sermon”—not just a vibe, but a mission. He speaks for Calabar’s forgotten dreamers, Lagos’s relentless hustlers, and anyone navigating the blurred lines between sin and survival.

Up next is Stunna Man, a gritty, energetic anthem built for the nightlife warriors and street prophets. Think 808s, night-bus wisdom, and glow-in-the-dark affirmations. It’s for the stunners. The ones who turn pain into power and late nights into legacies.

With his signature ski mask and blackout glasses, Diego has become a symbol—not of rebellion, but of rebirth. No gimmicks. No ghostwriters. Just raw truth wrapped in trap frequencies.

And what does the future look like for this street preacher?
Simple, as he says: “Diego in San Diego, doing numbers. Dangerous. Focused. Inevitable.”