04- chopped onions

amidst the heavily forrested hills and lakes of oxford maine, a boondocks ryming crew as developed a formula for the perfect fusion of vocals and rythm, a force so phenominal its worthy of being blown out of proportion,endorsed, forced, and miscontorted, yet humble and unknowingly, it grows slowy as if hidden by the trees......... we ryme we do everything ourselves, we have no choice. but we only think were good because everyone else sucks... ps ftw