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Viral Rapper Stitches: Some Truth, Many Questions

A gleaming white Cadillac Escalade lurches to a stop in a grimy South Beach alley. A slender, olive-skinned dude in a T-shirt steps out holding a bulky duffel bag. He approaches a husky, Mohawked young man with gold teeth and a face full of startling tattoos that include a microphone, an AK-47 vomiting shell casings, and a rag doll's stitched smile around his lips.

The two exchange a fistful of money and the duffel bag, which Mohawk man plops into the trunk of an Audi A5 convertible. He slams it and heads for Ocean Drive.

Palm trees whiz by as he begins rapping and stares at the passenger seat rather than the road. Then he lets loose the year's hottest catch phrase: "I put that brick in yo face! Now what you gon' do with it? Now what you gon' do with it?"

Next he heads to a modest home in the 'hood. "Better have my money when I come to collect," he raps while holding an assault rifle in one hand and a shotgun in the other. "Pay up, pay up, pay up!... I love selling blow."