If you never knew HT and Amir from Berkeley, you missed out. These were truly the most RANDOM fools ever to walk the campus. They'd devise quick ridiculous money schemes, shoot pellet guns on our backyard, drive our neighbors off the wall, start shit with Berkeley police, and more than anything, they would talk, talk, talk, talk talk talk talk talk. It's hard to put any real words to describe these two - they were truly just the weirdest people to walk the Berkeley campus, and they lived in our house for an entire summer until we had to kick them out. But it was a trip. Now please welcome DJ Stan the Man:

am i striking a disturbance? hold on, lemme call for backup
HT and amir are coming to fuck your track up
the names that spell fear, in all of berkeleys years
aint nobody more random enough to call cops on his own peers
and sleep with the balls hanging out, snoring with nuts swingin about
had to kick that fool the fuck out, for DTS's bullshit clout
and HTs bullshit mouth, that wouldnt stop to spout
lyrical nonsense, incense, trance dance, ascendance


(ran out of words to rhyme on the last line)