"and its a misfortune you will never hear me the labels will divorce me cuz they fear me and no one will buy my records and i will remain the broke anthropologist my people left hungry with no apologize my mother old and gray in the ghetto hopping i will get a job and conform before my fourth child is born"
aka, he did a few wit ya boi mos def
and some of his samples are from that ethiopian jazz in Broken Flowers. MULATU!
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i'm lovin' this d00d
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