Decoding the mysteries of existence with the keys to the locked door of the mind, sound.
As the day BLED with heat, a lonely kid from the city left a CD case with a few discs inside sitting on the dashboard of the car. Now, this being Arizona, a normal day here could bring a tear to the Devil’s eye and make him wish he was back in Hell. See, heat has a particular effect on things so to speak. When kid went to get the CDs, it turned out the Tribe Called Quest, Rage Against the Machine and Police discs had all melted together into ONE CD. Not being one to ask too many questions, Kid puts the disc in... and it jams the FUCK OUT.