Percussion drums, those essential and heavenly instruments of Latin rhythm, cover the stage: they emit an unexpected presence, like silent band members waiting to come alive. The buzzing current in the air tastes sweet like brown sugar, but also hints at crackling spice. The crowd awaits a genius, a

Bright, Charming, Ebullient, Pioneering, Rhythmic

"They say my flow is crazy and I can spit/ and I rap as if I had a dick/ bitches is bad but I'm that bitch/ listen, I'm so above the average." I'm from There's Something About Remy (2006) So spoke Remy Ma, originally Remy Martin until the congac sued for exclusive rights to the name