The Panda, after barely graduating from college, moved from job to job performing menial labor. After an exhaustive job hunt with no real world skills, he settled into a low paying job reviewing pornographic films. After only a brief stint as a reviewer, he was released for undisclosed reasons. Following his release, he took a go no where job writing resumes for people making the kind of money he will never ever see. Sometime during this meaningless job in the Panda\'s meaningless life, he started rhyming uncontrollably to pass the 8 hour void that was his work day. Slowly, he started writing less resumes and writing more rhymes, leading to his eventual termination. Currently, the Panda is collecting unemployment because full-time blogging and rapping does not currently qualify as gainful employment.
Fat Greggy attended high school with the Panda, but, the two never talked. This was probably because Fat Greggy was a successful student athlete who spent hours perfecting his beat-making skills. On the other hand, The Panda was too awkward for sports, too slow for scholastics, and too unattractive for music. Eventually, Fat Greggy went on to a successful college career, complete with graduate degree, followed by a lucrative job opportunity. While working at the first of his well paying jobs, he began rapping to pass the miserably long, boring hours that are associated with working in an office. During this time, Fat Greggy and the Panda began collaborating, bonding over their hatred of recognizable careers, and released their first album \"College Graduate\" in 2006. For Fat G, the title was biographical, for The Panda, ironic. The freshman release received heavy underground acclaim and the following year, they released their internationally successful, multi-selling album \"Wanna Hang Out.....I\'ll Hang Out\" on iTunes.
As you listen to the new album, \"F to the G\", which has been described as cloud-busting transcendental pop-rap behind a thoughtful voice of a generation, your musical conscience will appear on your respective shoulders and argue, not as good versus evil, but as beats versus rhymes. After a heated debate, somewhere around the fifth track, (MODAY, a remix from \"College Graduate\") you\'ll realize it doesn\'t matter. As you \"sit back, have a beer\", you’ll thank the rhyme gods that you are listening to the absurdly talented Panda lyrically dance between rhyme raindrops about Tony Danza and Miranda rights, bringing underdog street cred to the sound. Later, as Fat Greggy observes that he is \"Like Holden Caufield cause I\'m picking out the phonies\", you realize that he must be blessed by the beat gods to be \"the most educated rapper who ever sold CDs\" who can represent, not just in the classroom, but also on the mic.
All told, this all-around successful academic and unemployed but talented loser have somehow managed to achieve a harmonious sonic marriage between beats and commitment phobic rhymes. It may have required sitting down with both parties respective teams of lawyers and arranging a complicated, mutually beneficial prenuptual agreement, but after listening to these thirteen tracks, you\'ll realize that metaphorical divorce is unlikely between the now happily married couple.