Female rappers have more issues than Time magazine. When I was in 8th grade I had aspirations of becoming a femcee but thankfully I was too busy trying to scam kids out of their allowance to actually go through with it. Slanging candy and Little Debbie snacks was a better hustle move, not to mention it didn't require much work.
But I digress.
Kudos to whoever came up with the idea of Remy standing in the middle of the dirt road behind my Grandpa's house dressed crucifixion sharp. Mel Gibson ain't got shit on you.
Use don't abuse (ie. adding me to your site's mailing list). And for the love of God please stop sending mp3 files of your music. I am not Clive Davis and to be frank I probably don't want to hear the shit anyway. You should also know that I take my slow, precious time responding to email. And sometimes I don't respond at all. Fresh.email@example.com