Brazil

It feels as if the city has trembled slightly - either from the bass or from the confidence with which words are spoken here. The air is filled with the scent of defiance and feminine power at its peak: not ‘sweetheart’ or ‘girl,’ but a storm in acrylic and leather trousers that has come not to ask for a place, but to take it.

Here, every rhyme is a claw, every verse a slap in someone's pride. But behind the audacity lies cold calculation and unerring irony: all those who tried to belittle her are now learning manners from her. The world of male rap lost its balance slightly when she entered it - loud, bright, with her signature ‘Brazil’ on the beat and a look that makes even the microphone blush.