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Maino is new-model New York rap—he tends to rhyme over the goofball synths and tennis-ball-shooter drums favored by his Southern compatriots, and his lyrics are about as weighty as a bag of cheese puffs. But he's got street cred for days (he spent roughly a third of his life in jail for kidnapping), so expect a mixed bag of curious hipsters and a gaggle of folks for whom Maino's aspirational tough talk actually means something.
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