Two years ago, Forbes broke the news that famed rap group the Wu-Tang Clan had created, and would soon be auctioning, a single copy of their latest album, Once Upon A Time in Shaolin. Literally, a single copy.

The one-of-a-kind production, safeguarded somewhere in “the shadow of the Atlas Mountains,” was soon garnering the kind of predictable hype accompanying pricey modern artwork marketed through sham philosophic statements.