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It’s official hardcore hip hop heads! There is no need to hold your breath nother year (or decade) or The Return of Da Boom
a p ! T h i s t i m e t h e
egulator will NOT come the form of a dude from hood, but a fly sista from
gie Down Bronx
(a Black and Mexican chick from So u n d v i ew ) w i th s tro n g ti es i n Brooklyn and beyond. On the surface she’s a baaaad Bitch—watch yo’ mouth
—but on the real, she is alluring,
unrivaled, pure, potent, and most importantly memorable like the strain of cannabis that shares her name: Panama ReDD.
When Jer r y Garcia and the
Grateful Dead vibed live on stage for decades about the taste and the power of nature’s formulation to seduce and leave users wanting more, there is no doubt they were unknowingly speaking of this child of hip hop ready to spearhead it’s rebirth of creativity, sick beats, and meaningful lyrical content.
T h o u g h o n l y 5 ’ 5 ” a n d 1 3 0
pounds, this cafe latte female is no light-weight. Ask Lil Wayne, Eminem, Cassidy, Lil Scrappy, Terror Squad, Swizz Beats, Darren Dean, Wah of Ru f f Ry d e r s , a n d Po w e r h o u s e Recording Studio, all rap industry heavy-hitters well acquainted with her skills. ReDD is truly a calculating chameleon, with no limits and a love for Prince, Michael Jackson, Patti LaBe lle , and Tina Tur ne r as inspirational icons. Panama ReDD touts that she can spit to any beat or musical genre, including some old school Frank Sinatra. “Just bring it,” she says, “and I’ll rhyme to it.”
Schooled to the business of the recording industry Panama opened for and toured with an array of major ac ts, in c ludin g Bon es T h ugs -N- Harmony. Her resume reads like a t a k e - n o - p r i s o n e r s h i t l i s t o f collaborations with Chaka Khan, Whitney Houston and Faith Evans on the remix of “Heart Break Hotel,” and a remix of Black Street’s Dave Hollister’s “Baby Mama Drama.”
Her loyalty to former managers and bum recording contracts has cost her, but unjaded she is now REDDY to branch out on her own to take the game back to its original compound that unquestionably made the rest of the world stop, look, listen... and flow.
Reminiscent of 50 Cent, she is
underground hip hop’s best kept secret. Songs like “Drinks Up” and the sensual “Shake! Rock!” are sure to be intoxicating favorites; while “Rap Goddess” shows her homage to Bones Thugs-N-Har mony but resonating more like a spicy honey-coated version of Twista. These cuts alone seal Panama ReDD’s fiery and undeniable presence as a solo artist. The deal is ReDD intimidates present mainstream rappers. First, they see the pretty package and then they witness the volcanic dust of opponents vaporized because they underestimated her formidable lyrical composition, verbal mastery, bravado, and flair.
Panama is so damn dope—yeah, that’s right DOPE!—that come battle- time organizers immediately put her up against the males, who erroneously swear they can take her. The results: they get crushed every time! Fearless even as a youngster, she faced Drag- On in front of Dewitt Clinton High School, Yung Won inside of Sony
Studios, and Remy Martin on West 4th Street (and trophied five-grand for that battle).
Ev e n t he le ge ndar y Ralph
McDaniels and Video Music Box 16
Bars featured her in major battles on YouTube, where she has the crowd awed by her giant voice, cadence, and searing style.
Just as Common metaphorically
fell in love with a fine female named Hip Hop, who was lost due to neglect, ignorance, and internal deformation, it will be an exceptional female with the vocal quality and finesse to bring her back home. Panama ReDD, who humbly can’t knock anyone’s hustle, but heroically yearns and CAN be the new Marvel comic book-esque flavor to slay all the vocally and lyrically challenged villains currently plaguing the airways with ‘hip-not’ that defames the legacy of this original cultural phenomenon. It’s no puzzle, there is a huge demand (check the blogs and satellite radio folks...) for artists who will NOT put any shit out in the ether and call it true hip hop.
Panama ReDD is the modern day
Microphone Fiend and MacGyver to the rescue, who will use the mic like a weapon... a tool... a vice grip... a vocal pen... a simple machine to restore order and bring Hip Hop home!
a p ! T h i s t i m e t h e
egulator will NOT come the form of a dude from hood, but a fly sista from
gie Down Bronx
(a Black and Mexican chick from So u n d v i ew ) w i th s tro n g ti es i n Brooklyn and beyond. On the surface she’s a baaaad Bitch—watch yo’ mouth
—but on the real, she is alluring,
unrivaled, pure, potent, and most importantly memorable like the strain of cannabis that shares her name: Panama ReDD.
When Jer r y Garcia and the
Grateful Dead vibed live on stage for decades about the taste and the power of nature’s formulation to seduce and leave users wanting more, there is no doubt they were unknowingly speaking of this child of hip hop ready to spearhead it’s rebirth of creativity, sick beats, and meaningful lyrical content.
T h o u g h o n l y 5 ’ 5 ” a n d 1 3 0
pounds, this cafe latte female is no light-weight. Ask Lil Wayne, Eminem, Cassidy, Lil Scrappy, Terror Squad, Swizz Beats, Darren Dean, Wah of Ru f f Ry d e r s , a n d Po w e r h o u s e Recording Studio, all rap industry heavy-hitters well acquainted with her skills. ReDD is truly a calculating chameleon, with no limits and a love for Prince, Michael Jackson, Patti LaBe lle , and Tina Tur ne r as inspirational icons. Panama ReDD touts that she can spit to any beat or musical genre, including some old school Frank Sinatra. “Just bring it,” she says, “and I’ll rhyme to it.”
Schooled to the business of the recording industry Panama opened for and toured with an array of major ac ts, in c ludin g Bon es T h ugs -N- Harmony. Her resume reads like a t a k e - n o - p r i s o n e r s h i t l i s t o f collaborations with Chaka Khan, Whitney Houston and Faith Evans on the remix of “Heart Break Hotel,” and a remix of Black Street’s Dave Hollister’s “Baby Mama Drama.”
Her loyalty to former managers and bum recording contracts has cost her, but unjaded she is now REDDY to branch out on her own to take the game back to its original compound that unquestionably made the rest of the world stop, look, listen... and flow.
Reminiscent of 50 Cent, she is
underground hip hop’s best kept secret. Songs like “Drinks Up” and the sensual “Shake! Rock!” are sure to be intoxicating favorites; while “Rap Goddess” shows her homage to Bones Thugs-N-Har mony but resonating more like a spicy honey-coated version of Twista. These cuts alone seal Panama ReDD’s fiery and undeniable presence as a solo artist. The deal is ReDD intimidates present mainstream rappers. First, they see the pretty package and then they witness the volcanic dust of opponents vaporized because they underestimated her formidable lyrical composition, verbal mastery, bravado, and flair.
Panama is so damn dope—yeah, that’s right DOPE!—that come battle- time organizers immediately put her up against the males, who erroneously swear they can take her. The results: they get crushed every time! Fearless even as a youngster, she faced Drag- On in front of Dewitt Clinton High School, Yung Won inside of Sony
Studios, and Remy Martin on West 4th Street (and trophied five-grand for that battle).
Ev e n t he le ge ndar y Ralph
McDaniels and Video Music Box 16
Bars featured her in major battles on YouTube, where she has the crowd awed by her giant voice, cadence, and searing style.
Just as Common metaphorically
fell in love with a fine female named Hip Hop, who was lost due to neglect, ignorance, and internal deformation, it will be an exceptional female with the vocal quality and finesse to bring her back home. Panama ReDD, who humbly can’t knock anyone’s hustle, but heroically yearns and CAN be the new Marvel comic book-esque flavor to slay all the vocally and lyrically challenged villains currently plaguing the airways with ‘hip-not’ that defames the legacy of this original cultural phenomenon. It’s no puzzle, there is a huge demand (check the blogs and satellite radio folks...) for artists who will NOT put any shit out in the ether and call it true hip hop.
Panama ReDD is the modern day
Microphone Fiend and MacGyver to the rescue, who will use the mic like a weapon... a tool... a vice grip... a vocal pen... a simple machine to restore order and bring Hip Hop home!
