Well, it was bound to happen.
After springing out of nowhere with some serious observations on '90s retreads Live, local hip-hop boss Rick Ross, and those swell white kids behind Major Lazer, we finally managed to track down el Cubanito behind the glory.
Preferring not to meet in person, I sent him some questions via e-mail that he promised he'd tackle over at the JFK Library in Hialeah.
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He did better. I'm guessing he borrowed his primo's room and yeyo supply and made a nifty little interview for us. I would like to point out that he brazenly ignored some of my queries and ran riot with the few he did manage to address. In any case, he is the best thing that has happened to South Florida since the Mariel Boatlift.
Ladies and germs, I present the crisp gold watch-wearing Cubanísmos of Pepe Billete!