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The DubTalk ft. Lizzy and The Palm


Elisabeth Mulroy is the final guest on this season of The DubTalk. When on stage, she goes by the name Lizzy and The Palm, because she does not feel she is alone in her artistic creation. Like many of us caught up in the creative process, Lizzy often feels the presence of a force which endows her with the ability to create music with a genuine passion. She has playfully named this force The Palm, but as she so wonderfully says in our conversation, she hesitates to confine this presence to one word because that excludes it from being everything else, which it also is.

Throughout this episode of The DubTalk, we talk to Lizzy about the first time she became acquainted with this force and how she has learned to appreciate it and include it in her life and music. She has come a long way from the city in which she grew up, going to drama school, obsessing about make up, and being worn down by the pressures of her youth, and one of the crucial catalysts for this change has been music. Music has helped her to learn to shamelessly take up space and express herself, but it has also been a way for her to deal with the expectations of society and navigate its difficulties.

Nowadays, Lizzy has decided to stay in Berlin to answer the call of the wild so to speak. She will be performing across the city all summer, and if you have the chance to see her perform, don’t miss it.

Like her on Facebook to stay up to date.

The second season has come to a close, and we could not be happier with the work we’ve done. We could not be happier with the insights we’ve shared with artists from all walks of life. We could not be happier with the progress we’ve made. We’re so grateful for your ears. We hope this wild ride can carry on for a long while.

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See you on the flip side.

The DubTalk ft. Pete D’elia


Some call him penultimate Pete, and by some, I mean me, right now, for the first time. That’s because this is the penultimate episode of this season, and our guest was the multi-talented multi-instrumentalist Peter D’elia. Pete is a seasoned musical veteran who has toured the world several times over with The Beez, a folk and blue grass group from Berlin. Pete’s lifelong dedication to music has graced him in many ways. While on tour, he’s gathered all sorts of instruments from the generous folks who come out to see The Beez and learned to play the instruments as they came to him. As a result, Pete’s clean as all hell when he’s got anything with strings. He brought his banjo to jam with us at the K12, but he jumped on the bass as well. Together, we traveled through all manner of musical stylings from jazzy to straight up NAARRRSTTYY.

When we weren’t making music, Pete had a bit of insight for us on how he goes about songwriting. Being a light-hearted soul, Pete writes mostly comedic songs, but he has come to find a nice balance between his comedic tunes and the more somber ones when playing live. He played us his tune “Pistol Pete and Missy Mae” to close out the episode, and we gave that shit a wacky remix.

Thanks for listening y’all. This season has been a blast. One more in store for ya.

If you like what you’re hearing, let us know on social media.


The DubTalk ft. Nebulake


Holy shit on a candle stick. This episode is the polar opposite of what went down last month with Alexey and Valentina, and yet it is equally as epic.

Nebulake is a hip hop duo comprised of Sydney Spaceship and Pauly Poncho, and these magicians romped into the K12 with their mystic energy in full force. It’s been a quick minute since we’ve had the chance to kick the episode off with a cypher, and we must have been fiending to do just that, because we were straight losing our minds throwing bars between the four of us. It got rowdy in the blink of an eye. We were bouncing around on the couch, shouting shit at the top of our lungs, generally wiling out. The freestyles got absurd as fuck, and I don’t think we’ve had such an off the wall set of jams all season. Shit got so ridiculous in fact that we took the freestyle train straight into the future.

Our bars got us thinking, and we turned on a dime to find ourselves in debate mode. Space and Ponch gave us a bit of a taste of what they think the future has in store for all of us. We dug deep into their opinions on the advancements of science, the sinister and silly possibilities for the implementation of VR, and how artists fit into an ever evolving technological world. They gave us insight on their approach to adding a bit of groove and spice to serious issues when making music. Like any great artists should, Nebulake seek to teach and entertain. Of course, we had to hear some examples of their craft, and they shared a track called “Timing” with us.

They left us with the promise of coming back from their mutual winter travels with an album full of their charismatic and educational treasures. You won’t want to miss it, so be sure to head over to their Facebook page and follow them.

You should also check out their viral vegan rap sensation, “F**k You, I’m Vegan“.

Thanks for listening! Catch you next month. Same time. Same place.

The DubTalk ft. Alexey Kochetkov


Alexey Kochetkov and Valentina Bellanova came into the studio and graced us with a change of perspective
and pace. He plays violin. She plays ney. They are both involved in several projects in Berlin which focus on
intertwining the sounds and styles of Middle Eastern music with those of the Western world. Even though
we invited them into the studio out of a desire to explore this intersection, we were still blown away by the
enchanting aura they coaxed into the dingy walls of the K12 by bowing and blowing their respective
instruments. All three of us were held in a trance as they performed their first piece, which extends a full
thirteen minutes and makes up the heart of this episode of The Dub Talk. Once we surfaced from said trance,
we were full of questions. Everything from timing and key to storytelling and technique were discussed. The
Untelevised Crew had begun to learn something new yet again.

Alexey’s journey through music is long, winding, and fascinating, but it also positions him in stark
juxtaposition to our methods of creation. Whereas we are steeped in the act of improvisation and the sounds
of hip hop and techno, Alexey has a more structured approach to music and resides proudly in the halls of
classical and Middle Eastern composition. As the recording session stretched into its second hour, we were all
mining each other for information and refreshing insight, which we hope benefits you as much as it did us.

Alexey and Valentina are both a part of the Wedding Orchestra for Middle Eastern Music.
Alexey is also a member of the Berlin Oriental Group and his personal project Aletchko.
You can find their music on their websites, and if you like what you hear, you can keep up with their movements
on Facebook.

Thanks for staying patient. Now that the holiday season is over, we’ll be back on schedule.

The DubTalk ft. Scar Polish


Robin Fisher is a multi-instrumentalist and gear head of a unique order. His musical exploration has led him across countries, planes of existence, and spheres of sound which few of us mere mortals ever have the privilege of  gracing. At this point in his journey, Robin has taken to the name Scar Polish, because he has gone through a bit of a metamorphosis since moving to Berlin. What was once a reticence towards electronic music has grown into a passionate curiosity fueled by his exposure to the Berlin music scene and the theft of his ukulele. This has manifested into an ambient sample based production style powered by a Korg Volca Sample, his voice, and a shitload of effects pedals.

We got the chance to ask Robin about his progression from Folk to this latest sound for which Robin himself doesn’t even have a proper name. We nerded out a bit about the techniques he implements in his Volca Sample usage that make the atmospheres he constructs possible, and of course, we got several scrumptious tastes of his latest creations. In fact, we got the honor of being the first people ever to record Robin’s latest work as Scar Polish.

Exclusivity biiitchesss.

Robin is planning on playing several gigs under the name Scar Polish in the coming months, so keep up with his moves on Facebook if you dig the stylings.

He also mentioned possibly coming by the studio sometime soon to record a cheeky little EP.

Ears to the ground.

Eyes to the sky.

Check y’all next time.

TheDubTalk ft. YANSN


The Untelevised Crew is ever grateful for the astounding forces of nature who grace us with their creative presence at the K12. Through our recording sessions, we are treated to such wisdom and passion. It is humbling and inspiring all at once.

This month, we invited YANSN to the studio. She started her journey into hip hop when she was a teenager, dressing to fit the culture and writing rhymes. Now, YANSN has traveled across the globe performing shows, spreading her message of tolerance and compassion, and being her fucking awesome self. In this episode of TheDubTalk, we dive into the story of how YANSN realized that her calling was being an MC and the steps to making that happen. She was able to illuminate a truth about growing up as a woman in hip hop culture that no other guest has expressed on the show thus far. Luckily for the world, YANSN was able to successfully navigate the precarious, often disheartening, world of her youth and discover at the age of 27 that she just needed to do what she’d dreamed of doing all along: rap. Since then, YANSN has found the most success when she is not concerned with what others think of her work. Instead, she focuses on doing the things that make her glow with pride, knowing that they will be loved by someone. This philosophy has brought her all sorts of incredible opportunities. It’s something we could feel emanating off of her as she talked about her passion for hip hop and MCing.

Of course, we didn’t just talk. We also crafted some tunes. Some fucking spiiicccy tunes. YANSN was dropping bars in English, French, Portuguese, and German. At one point, we were all jumping on the couch throwing each other high fives and massive grins.

YANSN just dropped her first album. It’s called Gute Vibez. Check out her website for more information.

You can also find her on Facebook and Instagram.

Thanks to everyone listening. We hope you’re having as much fun as we are.

The DubTalk ft. Maura Souloud


Maura Souloud‘s voice is an ethereal trip into a dimension where all sounds make you smile and sigh. Her stylings are smooth. Her lyricism is poignant, and her vibe is always warm and welcoming. Because Maura is a member of the Peanut Butter Beats crew, we’ve had the pleasure of being privy to her artistry many times, and we figured y’all might love it as much as we do.  When we invited her into the K12, Maura did not disappoint. Throughout the sound check, she was singing catchy lines and busting out the fattest sounds from her SP-404 Sampler. Once the conversation started to roll, Maura was not shy about telling shit like it is.

We dove into her origins in the Deutsch Rap scene, and she gave us her honest opinions about the way her femininity affected her ability to do what she wanted to do, which was rap. She told us some unbelievable stories, but she was also not without hope for the future of the community. We talked about the generation gap and how she’s noticed a change in attitude in the younger men in the rap scene.  Honestly, Maura’s candid and considerate understanding of the social issues surrounding femininity in hip hop is both inspiring and eye-opening.

We also touched a bit on her personal musical journey. Maura’s craft has been influenced by all sorts of genres, and she’s “just fucking fulfilled” by making touching and banging music.

We expect nothing less from a cat who is spitting bars like “I step into the light, ‘cus I’m ready to give life. In my garden I grow rhymes, water them with vibes.” This is just one of the fresh tunes that Maura shares with us on this episode. Each song had us getting more and more ecstatic than the last. We end the episode with her song “Two Things”, which left us in such awe that we nearly forgot to clap.

Check her out on Facebook and Soundcloud.

The DubTalk ft. Sam Boulton



Two female comedians in a row to kick off the new season. Sam Boulton blundered into the K12 firing shit talk straight from the hip, literally. We didn’t get down to business until we’d gotten all of our rambunctious banter off of the table.

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The DubTalk ft. Julieta Degese





Starting with this season, we’ll be calling the podcast The Dub Talk! We’re changing the name to avoid confusion with us as an entity. Although we had our humble beginnings in the podcast format, Berlin Untelevised will become so much more in the future, and The DubTalk is just one aspect the empire. Business adjourned.

Welcome to the second season! Julieta Degese is our featured guest to open the season. She’s a comedian from Argentina who has found herself at home in the Berlin English comedy scene. Yeah. Read that one again.

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Berlin Untelevised SE1EP9 ft. Pourtr8s


Pourtr8s had some BAAARS to drop when he came into the K12. This Irish MC is the reason that Lexodus started to freestyle, and he came into the place fiery and ready to do just that. show all


Ten Condemnments

Do not pose. Just stay composed. It only takes a second to brand a ho.
 Eyes blank. Head rigid. On these streets life is reduced to a tunnel vision.
Skin out of sight. Dress. Skirt. Pants not too tight.  This body armed like a knight. Ready to fight.
Control mouth dips. Cast iron lips. Smiling is a silent invite. Consent a blurred right
Do the Stick walk. Curves straight. Itchy palms be wanting a blind date with every hip talk
Hold purse firm. Slightly. Act like there is  nothing to hide while  your being is being eyed. Juicy
Walk under lights. Near Houses. Forget that locked doors are deaf to the sounds of the night.
Keys double as a knife. Screams can save a life. When a dog barks, a bitch ain’t afraid to bite.
Hands shaking. Spray gun steady. Feet heavy. Soundchecking. Homerun ready.
Enter. Breathe. Smile. Stop. Repeat.
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even tho I’m nails
blood’s gone thin – lost to the water
the cold woman’s unnatural
ethereal – metallic

silken steel bled out
& hit the nail on the head
when she said
you need to take care of yourself

I make a soup of metal fish
& flex my mechanical hand
I am fragmented & faded
maschinenmensch / beyonce

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The Cult of Perfect Motherhood is a funny, bold, and honest compendium of impressions about a mother’s life without any of the ooh-s, ahh-s and sugarcoating. Motherhood and child-rearing can be quite cultish – what mothers eat, what they spend their days doing, how they interact with their children, all of that is carefully surveilled. Parenting is professionalized with books on how to raise your child. Fears of fucking your kid up with one small misstep are at their all-time high. Beth Caldwell, the blog’s author, wrote about how annoying and loud the kids can be, how her belly is stretched out after having two kids and how little she cares, about her favorite cocktails. That is, until she was diagnosed with cancer in 2014. More specifically, she was diagnosed with neuroendocrine breast cancer, a type of cancer we don’t really know how to treat or manage. Since then, she’s been my only insider look into how it is to get cancer in the United States.

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What for a forest. This is no isolation from the concrete, from the weather-worn thoughts that reach peaks and never drop. This brain has been up in the skylines, and there has been little rest from my cloud-piercing ambitions. There are the chemtrail of cars in my ears still, and I bring the city with me, carrying it in my steps. Every leaf crunch is destruction of inordinate proportion that I am too busy to notice. When did all of this boil down to just living life?

Life is a series of miscommunications between animals. When you eat something, you swallow its entire energy. It becomes an extrinsically significant part of you. This helpfully explains why so many people act like chickens, clucking about in concentric circles, occasionally bumping into each other. It also explains why others are bullish, boorish or fishy, why some mince their words;  why others do not. It also serves to explain why I haven’t seen you in six months.

To search for peace in one’s natural environs is something of a cliche. I can still feel the petrol fumes in my eyeballs, and my phone vibrates occasionally, twitching to remind me of its utility. The forest is verdant and romantic, full of space to stretch into, yet I keep my arms plastered to my sides. I am not big enough to even try to.

In the throes of love and romance one seems to eradicate all sense of time and place. Is this alienation the ultimate joy? If indeed it is, is the ultimate joy then of ultimate merit? Should I dedicate my life to the pursuit of love?  Or is this forest all I need? Should I be walking this path with you wrapped like ivy around the building of my body? Could I see your steps walking in line with my own and feel nothing but contentedness?

What for a forest. This walk was to clear my head and relieve my stress, to help me see myself as the minutiae of some great entity, and my problems smaller still. I could turn around now and pace back to the train station and beyond to my concrete box, or I could continue to walk. There will be a station at the other end of this path anyway. Perhaps I could stick it out a little longer.


The aim of the Erudite Ear is to express afresh the sounds of a piece of music because these songs are never just a songs, they are always stories. The songs chosen for this series are handpicked for their dangerously dedicated replay value.


Hamza Beg is a docile creature, best left in cool environments to ideate, write and occasionally to sleep. He makes poems and little film things. He raps like a hedgehog having an existential crisis. He is a lousy but enthusiastic cook, unperturbed by perpetual mediocrity. The same is true for most areas of his life. He is neither sarcastic or self-deprecating.




At my workplace, women for whom we aren’t able to find facial appointments frequently have semi-meltdowns on the phone. They go something like this: “Shit…” followed by awkward silence, then again, “Shit-shit-shit!” And then, “Sorry, it’s just… Shit!”

I guess it can be truly shitty if one’s ability to have a good time on vacation is tied with the look and feel of their face skin. Honestly, wouldn’t it be merry if what we looked like did not matter at all? Her reaction might have been misplaced, but it’s also understandable – the world dances differently with people perceived as beautiful. show all





saved from burning

i read page by page from the book
of knowledge

it is dangerous
it is cursed, notorious

but come on now
everybody knows a line or two.

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The rim of this glass is wider than the pupil of my eye. It has always been like this. I pull it up to my face and eat it, with all of its contents swirling in my stomach. It is so important to keep hydrated an old friend once told me. What was her name?

I shouldn’t be up at this hour. I should be drifting –  wistfully between sleeping and waking –  the cool night breeze a comb between my hairs. But I am awake. The city is on its feet around me, and there is an argument happening outside my window.


They aren’t the reason that I am awake. They are the reason I love this place. Somewhere through all this concrete we still find ways to hear each other. She’s holding his shoulders now, I can see through the thin opening between the curtains. I swirl the ice in my drink. Clink the glass to my teeth by accident before drinking more.

It’s cold out there. They are wearing coats and scarves, zipped up and tied tight, battle-prepped and belligerent. I can almost hear the swishing of her maroon nylon jacket as she gesticulates. I wonder why they don’t move, why they have pitched their moment so close to mine.

My cousin is muttering in her sleep on the sofa. I slowly get up and cover her with another blanket. Turn off the lamp. A dim street light is peeking from between the curtains, enough to light my desk, my empty page and collection of pencils. I want to draw again, to draw these two characters lazily animated on the street, or my cousin softly asleep upon the sofa. I quietly put my drink down and rustle in my pencil case. The moment the lead hits the page for the first stroke, the woman outside turns to see me.

She looks directly at me with a quizzical look upon her face. She drops her head and very slowly shakes it while breathing in. I look away but can feel her looking in again. When I dare to lift my head back up they are both gone and the street is clear again. I go to bed.


The aim of the Erudite Ear is to express afresh the sounds of a piece of music because these songs are never just a songs, they are always stories. The songs chosen for this series are handpicked for their dangerously dedicated replay value.

Hamza Beg is a docile creature, best left in cool environments to ideate, write and occasionally to sleep. He makes poems and little film things. He raps like a hedgehog having an existential crisis. He is a lousy but enthusiastic cook, unperturbed by perpetual mediocrity. The same is true for most areas of his life. He is neither sarcastic or self-deprecating.






MORE, you said
more of what? we said
MORE, you said. more.


you jump so high humans call it flight.
you carry a piano up & down six flights with ease.
the instrument you realised one day
you could play without learning.

skin glows & grows back in instants
the skin under your eyes is plump & smooth.
breath filters air into olympian lungs
at your age. which suddenly is not late in life. show all



Our short-term and long-term self are in a constant battle. The short-term self invites us for another episode of Game of Thrones. Our short-term self says, “Fuck it, let’s do it without a condom then,” or blurts out a hurtful comment from a painful place and regrets it a moment later. It also automatically has us reach for a tissue when our noses are itching or makes us cry when we’re touched by a piece of art. Its automatic, subconscious nature has led me to good books and beautiful friends. Our slower long-term self is a rational and conscious information processor, which needs more time and energy to function, like trying to find reasons not to call your ex drunk. Some might think the answer to all life’s ills would be permanent sobriety, but could designing environments that work well with your unconscious self be more prudent?

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Author’s Note:  This track response would be best enjoyed somewhere between the second and third listen.

When I was young, there was an arcade in the local area. As children, we went with my parents. In those days, there was just a pinball machine, a gleaming silver sphere trapped in a rattling plastic body. The whole family used to gather round its angular frame totally entranced. We watched as each of us worked our endurance, racking up red digital points on the board and some laughs to go with them. My father’s low chuckle reverberated between the clacking of the machine. My mother was best, meticulous, careful and so quick to react. She was primed. She was swift. She was infallible. She loved my father so effortlessly, and he in turn filled the promise of a life as her partner. We could hear the passing cars growl slowly down the street outside topped off with the slight breeze of the nearby sea.

When I was a little older, the pinball machine, once a lonesome corner creature, was joined by a selection of others. The pixel arrived. As teenagers, my friends and I were bewitched by the screen. Time was suspended. A whole selection of new sounds filled the void around the metal of the pinball machine. Bleeps. Blops. Bloops. Blips. The screen was so vivid, colours and imagination manifesting in the rhythmic pulsing of pixels.  We had all met on the first day of high school and become such fast friends there was barely time to recognise our adolescence.

The first time she touched me, she moved the joystick to stop Pacman from being swallowed into a lilac ghost. We didn’t normally interfere with one another’s games. The silent individualist creed of making our own mistakes and dealing with them alone stood firm. We shouted advice to each other, though we were always pre-empting our peers failure,always pre-empting our own opportunity to play. She cut through it all when she pushed my hand to the left.  Ten seconds passed. I stepped back and turned to her. We walked away from the transfixed crowd, toward the beach. My eyes remembered what it was like to look  across an expanse, to feel the air as a living thing, stretching out—out.

As an adult, I sat down at the beach quite a lot, reading a book or drawing in my sketch pad. One day a friend walked by and came to sit with me. I noticed something about her on that day, the lighter gold shades of her hair. We walked up to the arcade, and with a wry smile, she asked if I wanted to play a racing game. It had been years since I had last been there and perhaps years since anyone had last played this game. The mood had switched from serious to playful so quickly I barely noticed. We sat in large faux-leather driving seats. We raced. I lost. The graphics were so crisp, the sounds so realistic, the announcer’s voice, like a circus ringmaster. We played a shooting game next. On her reload, her hair swished into my face. I reverberated a low chuckle. She smiled. She won.



The aim of the Erudite Ear is to express afresh the sounds of a piece of music because these songs are never just a songs, they are always stories. The songs chosen for this series are handpicked for their dangerously dedicated replay value.


Hamza Beg is a docile creature, best left in cool environments to ideate, write and occasionally to sleep. He makes poems and little film things. He raps like a hedgehog having an existential crisis. He is a lousy but enthusiastic cook, unperturbed by perpetual mediocrity. The same is true for most areas of his life. He is neither sarcastic or self-deprecating.

Alexander Linton


Alexander Linton, a.k.a, Lexodus, is Berlin Untelevised’s resident sassy rhyme sprayer straight out of south London. Lexodus hit the Berlin streets in 2014 when he decided to leave his home town of London. Ever since then, Lexodus has been a staple of the busking scene as well as a constant presence on Berlin stages. He has worked in collaboration with local Berlin artists such as Iah Moontra, Skid, Stephen Paul Taylor, and Sxantana. Because of his laid back yet powerful MC style, Lex can collaborate with musicians of any genre and make epic shit happen. On his own, Lexodus explores the funkiest and most bizarre realms of hip hop. He produces his own beats using all sorts of instruments, and he prides himself on the diversity and honesty of his music. Lex makes whatever grooves fit his soul, and he doesn’t plan to change that philosophy any time soon. He doesn’t give a flying fuck about political correctness, exterior pressures, or culture trends. Lex rides on his own tip and toots his own horn, baby.

Since 2014, Lexodus has released two full length albums. His first album, the eponymous Lexodus, was released in October of 2016. His second album, EIYZA, came out in April 2017. Both albums are available on SpotifyBandcamp and SoundcloudEIYZA is also available for purchase on iTunes

He can also be found on Facebook and Instagram.

Phips Witt


Phips Witt, a.k.a, Knockout Knob, has spent decades developing a sound unlike anything you’ve ever heard. His influences range from classic dub to hardcore punk, and nothing is off limits to his experimental ear. He hungers for new sounds and constantly hunts for more knowledge on music theory and craft. Just like everyone else in the Untelevised Crew, Knockout Knob believes that the most interesting music comes from the weirdest vibes. To fully embrace his philosophy of spontaneous creativity, KK produces everything on hardware instruments. Synths, step sequencers, Kaoss pads, drum machines, and all manner of noise makers rest on his table at the K12, and it is from this very table that all of the music for the Berlin Untelevised podcast is produced.

Knockout Knob is also responsible for most of the video and audio editing at Berlin Untelevised. Holding a diploma in sound engineering for audiovisual media from the Potsdam Film University and a scarily accurate ear, he is able to edit, mix, and master anything in a flash.

You can find him on InstagramFacebook and Youtube.

Seth Elpenor


Seth Elpenor is an artist of one face and many personalities. Sometimes teacher. Sometimes poet. Often brutal lunatic truth speaker. Elpenor started off as a slam poet in his birth city of L.A. and has slowly morphed into a performer of mythical caliber. With several dictionaries lodged up inside his cranium, Mr. E’s staccato poetics often leave folks wondering what the fuck just happened to their area code. As a founding member of Berlin Untelevised, Elpenor has begun to leave his mark on the microphone through fervent freestyles, soulful singing, and engaging interviews alongside his podcast co-host Lexodus.

Elpenor is involved in all manner of projects throughout Berlin. Lately, he has been working with a fellow MC, Hamza Beg, as the duo Dex&Doe. Their collaborative album will be gracing the halls of the internet very soon.

You can find him on Soundcloud, and Facebook.

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