uncle ray has this big old wooden crate of LPs that I plunder when I need some new vinyl to scratch over at tha oracle's. dude has a wicked setup in his room and a soundproof door, yo, so we scratch at all hours. this time I found vintage Beastie Boys wax that gave up some sick samples and breakdowns, and we cribbed mad material from this old Puff Daddy album. I also grabbed one by some band called Squeeze, just the gayest, and threw it straight at a rock on the way home. Squeeze a nerd and get a turd, word.