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“And out come the wolves…”, San Francisco ’10.


“Sleep is the cousin of death”, San Francisco ’10.


“What ever happened to predictibility? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV…”, San Francisco ’10.


“Where in the Hell’s the RZA? He’s sellin mics, wildest joints”, San Francisco ’10


“If you ain’t Smokey, it ain’t yo’ motherfuckin’ message”, San Francisco ’10


“Real niggas do real things”, San Francisco ’09

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