MICTLAN
Emcee
M.A.S.H: Mansion. Tootie. 0 kids. Batmobile.
If Doomtree was an elite crime-fighting unit: If you're sitting next to Mictlan on an airplane, and he's leaned back in his seat just so—eyelids half closed, toothpick slowly making its way back and forth in his mouth—you'd probably never guess where he was coming from or going to. Well, maybe he just chalked up three bodies in Guatemala. Or maybe he's on his way to Tel Aviv to make sure your ass wakes up tomorrow with a roof and a job and your 2.5 kids. Or maybe, just maybe, you shouldn't ask so many fucking questions.