QBoy (born Marcos Jose Brito on 10 October 1978) is a UK-based rapper, producer, DJ, writer and presenter. One of the original few out rappers in hip-hop circa 2001 that became pioneers of the new subgenre colloquially known as "homo hop". QBoy is currently DJ, producing, remixing and performing dance music under the name Sam LeMans.
Brito was born to an English mother and Gomeran (Spanish) father. He studied at De Montfort University in Leicester and received his Contemporary Dance, Acting and Performing Arts B.A. Hons degree.
Brito was originally in a group with DJ Mistermaker and rapper Ill Form, recording under the name of Q-Form. Their first recordings, "Dirty Dirty" and "3 Different Stories", were featured on homo-hop CD collections Phat Family volume 1 and Phat Family volume 2, respectively. He was also part of the gay hip-hop DJ crew Pac-Man, which featured DJs NineBob, Gideon, Mistermaker, and fashion artist Noki.
Q-Form changed its name to Q-Fam (for Queer Family) and its status from a group to a collective, to include Pac-Man members NineBob, Gideon, Noki, and lesbian rapper Mz Fontaine, with whom they recorded the track "New Era." Later members of Q-Fam included singer-songwriter/producer Wayne Latham, rapper Icykal, and vocalists Grace Orlando and Katanya. UK gay magazine The Pink Paper featured the Q-Fam Collective with QBoy and Mistermaker on the front cover.
Still the pulse survives
The conscious candour of our conversation
Lovely as you are
I see the strain, the pain, the degradation
Strips of light delightful
Either side of bars so thick and wide
You hide them with a colourful sigh
Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able
To receive me like a favourite chair
Soaking up the tears if by magic it'll make me
Ever warmer even after you're not here
Could I be a boat for you a while?
Could I stay afloat for you and sail in your smile?
Could I be a boat for you
And navigate this way for you?
Could I be a boat for you a while?
You are the yellow flower of my youth
The scent of nothing wasted
With little left to prove
Oh graceful evergreen, you take me
Over every hill I ever dreamed
And others, just illusions
Only seeming to be
Falling at your feet in sheer joy that you were able
To receive me like a favourite chair
Soaking up the tears if by magic it'll make me