The year was 2000. The dawn of a new millenia. The beginning...of a revolution.... Liberty Gigoloz was born in the little-known village of Williamstown, South Jersey. But their sound, and their message, would be carried: across the nation, across the years, to the ears of the desperate millions who toiled in the radio wasteland. Laying in wait, starved of true freshness, with parched lips they cried out one word- Liberty. Then they cried out "Gigoloz," which nobody really understood but whatever. We have answered the call. We have come from the inner depths of true funkitude and brought with us the Gospel of Gigiology, to give rise to the great LG Nation and set in motion the rebellion that would change the face of music forever. Rapsmear, risen from the ashes; J-Fizz, descended from the sky; Bootleg McDillywack...we think he worked at an Orange Julius before... The messengers have come with their legions to free this place from the grip of those less real; to give the masses what they cry out for; to meet easy chicks. I mean not too easy, though...y'know, not like, herpes easy...just...not difficult. So strap yourself in, or on, if you like, and get ready for the ride. We promise-it will be bumpy.
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