Mojai was born out of the deepest, darkest regions of P-funk's bootyhole and was raised on the Headhunters' hearty funk stew, all while huffing the stanky fumes of Albert Ayler's sonic assault. They matured through Sly Stone's freaky teachings and came of age under the influence of Prince's pussy control. Now, fully formed, Mojai travels the world seeking to destroy those that would bring squareness into the land by laying down only the dirtiest brown round grooves through weapons of mass dis-funk-tion.
Watch out you geometric goons - we're coming to groove you out of existence!
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