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Lupe Fiasco

I'm really into Lupe at the moment. So much in fact, that I even designed one of my main manga characters off of him. Avery takes a page from many of my former students (mostly black male high school students) but he is supposed to look like Lupe. OK, so given the dearth of realistic black characters in the manga of my youth, i have to disclaim the unnatural look of my black characters... Hopefully I'll be able to throw up some samples so you can judge for yourselves. But yeah, with practice, hopefully...

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Coal said…
I've been waiting for you to post pictures. Go to Vikas!
Coal said…
Also I'm in love with Lupe. I just don't like how Matthew Santos is on almost every other track. My cousin in law says, "He sounds like he's made of tears."

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