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Skits from films and TV shows, A Tribe Called Quest-like jazzy productions cooked up DJ Real and that easy, round rhyming style... it’s a real early nineties-style second album from one of Edan’s sidekicks and it’s a real fine one. General theme: the trials of love or “takin’ bitches out to eat”, as Dagha would have it. He got divorced, he got upset, he wrote some rhymes, he did good. One for you hos missing that Gang Starr/De La vibe.