That's because he is I and I am him, slim with the tilted brim, a rap master from the future ready to rock the 50s like Marty McFly bringing ill beats to a stunned crowd of sheltered douchebags. Only the DeLorean is busted so I can't get back to 1985 and make out with my hot girlfriend in a wicket jeep. No mackin' it by the bay for this time-travelling doofus.