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Attitude's main line-up was as follows:
Production and editing by E_B_A
Lyrics - E_B_A, Void (Statik), Cube-B, Speed (Larry)
Drums - Jerry (Animal), Void, Corky, Speed
Drum Machine - E_B_A and Void
Guitar - Void, Speed, Ken-Dawg
Scratching - E_B_A (DJ Early Bird)
Sampling - E_B_A, Void Bass - Void, Philthy (Phil)
Keyboards - Void, E_B_A, Philthy, Cube-B, Speed

All of Void's work is his but the finished product was mixed down by me.

Gracewood:
Lyrics by E_B_A, Cube-B and Void
Production and scratching by E_B_A
Live instruments by Void
Keyboards by E_B_A and Cube-B.

Raw Nation:
Lyrics by DJ Richie Rich, E_B_A, Void and Smooth-J.
Almost all production was by DJ Richie Rich but some was E_B_A and all final mix-downs and editing was E_B_A.
Drum programs, keyboards and whatnot were all four of us. Moreso Richie Rich and E_B_A.
Scratches were mostly E_B_A on the bulk of the tracks but Richie Rich did many and so did Smooth-J. If it's good, it's probably one of them and not me.

It's worth pointing out that these are probably the best years of my life.

Chuck moved from family member to family member and always had a band room to play in and we recorded too much music for me to count (although the quick check I just did showed almost 900 songs that I was able to recover if that gives you any idea).

The best band room was at his father's house under their garage in the concrete bunker where we had our own couch, comfy chairs, lots of room and could be really loud with thick concrete walls and being below ground to muffle the noise.

In the next room was his step-mother's hair salon and we would hang out between songs sometimes and play with her beauty supplies.

It was more interesting at Jone's Creek which has a golf course, where his grandparents would leave for the day and we'd have the house to ourselves. Our room was on the corner of the house upstairs, facing the golf course. We'd be up there rocking out and golfers would call the cops, who would show up, tell us they'd been called, inform us that since the neighbors hadn't complained (and the neighbors never complained) they weren't going to do anything and we'd go back to playing our loud music.

Sometimes, we'd watch them tee up, then make as much noise as possible on that swing, just to fuck with them after all the noise complaints.

Another time, Cube and Jerry were dancing as I sang the lyrics to "Rapper's Delight" and as they always did for some reason that I never really understood but I still put up with, Cube would pretend to buttfuck whoever he was near. Jerry having the same lack of shame Cube did, dropped his pants and draws at the window, and Cube did the same, and the two of them pretended to have anal sex in the window while the rest of us left the room to vomit.

Unbeknownst to us, in the street below, a large family with a foreign exchange student was playing softball and saw the entire thing, leading to a strange complaint to Chuck's grandmother in what is likely one of the most awkward moments of his life. I mean, how do you explain that your friends are not really having gay sex in the upstairs picture window in front of the whole neighborhood to a woman who plays piano for her church?

Another thing we did during band recording sessions was hide. Not in typical hide-n-seek fashion but just run off and hide, without telling anyone, and eventually, it would devolve into everyone wandering off to find everyone else.

This led to an incident, again with Cube, where he snuck into the attic and, not realizing the insulation segments had nothing but soft, pliable drywall between them and room below, fell right through the ceiling, landing in the guest bedroom with a thud on the floor, not really hurting anything but his pride and that nice ceiling.

We were in trouble at the time, but this later became a running-gag with us: "Here's a little story that might sound appealing / about the time Cube went cold through the ceiling / I guess he couldn't see he was blind as a bat / how 'bout it Cube? I ain't do dat! I ain't do dat!"