LONG AGO IN A DISTANT LAND, I, BRZ, THE SHAPE-SHIFTING MASTER OF RHYTHMIC DARKNESS, UNLEASHED UNSPEAKABLE BEATS, BUT A FOOLISH LYRICAL WARRIOR STEPPED FORTH TO COMPOSE WITH ME. BEFORE THE FINAL CUT WAS MADE, I TORE OPEN A PORTAL IN SPACE AND TIME, AND FLUNG HIM INTO A BOOTH IN A REALITY WHERE MY BEATS ARE LAW! NOW THE FOOL SEEKS TO REALIZE THAT WE ARE THE SAME IN THE REALITY THAT IS BRZ. - Ancient Suburban Scribe