Mongo

Mongo Slayde Baby! Strait outa Playadome, Not at all related to Kingdome,visually abstract and Def-finitely compacting institutional funksashun. From Hellabaloo to Hell-below, inducting your soul into the fiery furnace of a self righteous Playa Nation. We are vividly disguised, but ill to advise you of your right to be free from the void of Full-Cozylessness. We are not looking for an action but a reaction to solidify your eternal place among the Cardiothoracic Arrythmics. Free-II-Bee Fully Coded by the Totalitarian rule of the Beat.

Brick

Brick Adams has lived amongst afro-sheen and a tablespoon full of funk since the days of Errol Flynn and why bee eye the one you lookin at. Gaining knowledge of the most professional tools known to man since the age of too thousand digi oh won has propelled a manifestation of cyphersubtonic cochlear innovations. Thus embodying the playa we all once knew. Today is his now just as once upon a time we all understood this yesterday and the day before. His ability to laminate the obvious has perpetuated a musical style homogenized to the symbolism of cream of wheat without the lumps. Abandoning what has yet to be found within the kitchen, it is imperative for all to know that this playa is to be refrigerated after opening.