The year is '03 and a white boy from Medina, NY is sitting home looking for a way to lay down drum tracks to play his guitar with in his home recording studio. In the process he comes up with beats that are just well, how would we put it... To bumpin to just sit down and jam to. Stumped he sits back to take a sip off his freshly uncapped 40 oz. and cha ching!!!!!! What do you get when you mix 40 oz. of beer with dope beats? You guessed it, one happening good time. Thinking back to the old school Daze, he lays down some tracks and writes some rymes, but these aren't your average 40oz. drinking catch a buzz and party in da house rymes... No folks these rymes are written by a white boy who ain't no eminem or vanilla ice... this boy is as white as they get straight from the sticks of Medina. We are talking apple trees, Dirt roads, acres of corn and lots a good hunting for the rednecks. This boy was raised on the Brady Bunch and Kenny Rogers folks! So doing what any good white boy with beer and an out of this world crazy ass idea for having fun would do, he calls a friend and relative to make it even more interesting. After a few drinks and some serious laughter between the three as they get their white ass groove on...The Crackaz is born!!!!!!!!! So they are in the studio (now calling themselves... Saltine & Tiscuit C. & Ritz) laying down dope ass beats and having such a great time they decide to invite more of thier buddies to join in on the festivities. So who is next to recieve an invite but... Tiscuit C's redneck cousin (and when I say redneck I mean mouth full of chew and always finding the closest cat or small farm critter to take aim at with his trusty 12 gage just to pass the time redneck) and low and behold they have just gave birth to their new member... Bedda Chedda! Shit was getting dope as hell and the boys were really getting their jams on when Triscuit thought of their old band member from way back when they use to play that rock n roll type music and got in touch with him. So he stopped over to see what all the ranting was about and sporting a 12 oz. can of Milwaukees best. After a few more cans of that and a few laughs he feels buzzed up enough to give it a shot himself at that busting a ryme type getting down with the beats and having a good time type shit. Then believe it or not it only got better and Sociable became the newest member of this crazy white fiascle. But wait... it coudn't end there, they had to contact their long lost boy who was living out in nowheresville way out in the middle of nowhere located somewhere in the state of Minnesota. Yes, I said Minnesota!!!!!!!! After a long road trip home back to the village of Medina he decided to forget his barren place he once called home and stay with the crew and now is known to the rest of you as Cracka Jack. From this point on the beats have been dope, the rymes be bustin and the Crackaz is formed.
Sociable says: PEACE!
SOCIABLE
RITZ says, "Roll it UP!"
SALTINE
TRISCUIT Says, "Meet my brother - the Zig Zag Man!"
RITZ TRISCUIT C OGF
Cracka Jac
ALERT DA 5-0! CRACKAZ IN TOWN!
YO! Fellas betta sho respect and bitches gonnas trys keep it on the down low when they git wit da Crackaz.
"Gonna tip back some brew and git our mac on!" -- Sociable '03