Its hard to tell a story when you dont know the ending, but this one begins in high school, 1997, up in attics and down in the basements of house parties, spitting lines around a keg. Some of us left home, and others lost touch, but we always knew what we had to do, and now, 6 years later were back in the stooj cookin up some marvelous shit, so peep it! Vorheez Lords Of Tha Fly