This is the story of a foursome whose nightmares and dreams did not quite fit into Atlanta's bougie ass scene…

Who did not quite mesh b/c they moshed and they screamed. No. They were not "real" hip-hop and their swag was not "bling bling." They were not punk rock enough; they were more in between...

But it was all good. It was all swell, although the pretentious rockers hated as well…

And the stupid industry folk kept saying they'd fail... Guess there's a lot of corny ass FUCKS in the ATL...

Feeling like misfis the quirky tales they'd tell, getting the people higher than heaven, still feeling blacker than hell…

And from the valley of the 'burbz to the hoodz they dwelled, where they were broke as a joke and desparate to sell. Oh shit! Saint was jailed...

But if you want to know just how they prevailed, cop this album for the juice it entails...