LITHERMANS LOAD is a recent formulation based on an old association and old school rotations.  Doc Jones and Lithic compared notes on fine beer and fine lyr for about five years before the LOAD started to appear, like a Phoenix from the ashes of beat-nicks and snare and drum-kicks from before the one kicks.  Crooked books come from Calli and Brooklyn.  Wicked hooks, masks and hoods, identities mistooken.  Day jobs, still cookin’ rap on the back burner, in fact, this vernacular slaps you like Ike Turner.  From the lakes, make no mistakes, to Manch-vegas, connecting Alphas to Omegas.  Style is undefined, no barbed-wire in our minds, as time unwinds we’ll find we’ve become a thing beyond confining, harmony and rhyme combining parts with a much greater sum.