May 2008 Archives

Wassup y'all--

If you know me in person or strictly from this blog, then you know that I am a fan of those Harlem emcees Tha Gecko Brothas and their lyricism. Their debut album, From Dusk Til Dawn, is one of my favorites that dropped this year, and this joint, "New York Minute" is DEFINITELY one of the best on the album. Not only does it BIG UP our wonderful, shaken-but-never-stirred NYC, it demonstrates why Priest Forever and John O. work well together as a duo. If you listen carefully, you'll notice John's ability to ride a beat, while Priest makes the beat compliment him without overpowering his words-- but the two never clash against each other.

Anyway, on to the video. I like it because it has a "you-are-there" appeal. My favorite shots of the video are of the lil' shorty doing the chin-ups on the bar (during Koran Carlos' verse) and the lyric-complimenting final shot of the 9/11 site, an image that still pulls heartstrings seven years later.

To hear more tracks, visit myspace.com/thegeckobrothas

Aight y'all, I'm out for the weekend! Holla at me about the video!

-- Breezylovesyababy@gmail.com

What up y'all--

Last week I blogged a video featuring Lil' Mama and Nina B freestyling on a radio show ["Who Went In Harder, Nina B or Lil' Mama?"], and while (if forced to choose) I'm definitely on Team Mama, that vid left me on the fence about Nina B. I previously didn't care much for her, but my opinion of her had slightly changed from sheer indifference to being not overly-crazy about her, but not exactly hating her like I do some rappers, snappers and trappers. (And if you pay attention, you already know who those are).
I guess today's blog picks up where that one left off.

Peep this vid of Nina lacing another freestyle on POW Radio. And I'm actually feeling her on this. I can't lie. Her alliteration is dope the entire way through. Plus, she gets props for being able to pick the ball back up when she dropped it.

HOWEVER, what concerns me...

Damn, I know I pulled a rare one today. I remember when this joint dropped in '96, and it got MAD PLAY on Hot 97. But, DUHHH, that's because Funkmaster Flex produced this joint.
And as much as I DESPISE Funk Flex like I despise a Pap Smear, I had to admit, this was a hot club joint. Sadly to say, we haven't heard much from Yvette Michelle.

What y'all know about "I'm Not Feeling You?"

I don't know what was worse, those digusting blue cracked up toenails or that Bootsy Collins wannabe pimp! Seriously though, joints like these make me reminisce upon those days when I used to tape joints like this and rock out to 'em in my Walkman on my way to school (and this was definitely one of 'em). Were y'all feeling this track back then?
More importantly-- something I'm dying to know-- did this track get any play OUTSIDE of New York? I never heard my out-of-town friends mention it before, so I thought I'd ask.

NEXT THURSDAY WILL BE A VERY SPECIAL THURSDAY-- I will explain why then, but for that week, I am strictly doing a throwback that YOU REQUEST. So please, leave me a comment or drop me an e-mail letting me know what video you'd like me to post. THANKS!

-- Breezylovesyababy@gmail.com

Now, all y’all that know me from this blog know that I think Tim Westwood is a pretty much a blubbering idiot who believes somehow he’s “down” with hip-hop. Whatever ::rolls eyes::

However, the reason why I post clips of his show is strictly because of his guests, not because I find that he’s just this interesting personality that we have to check for. With that being said, I saw that Bus-A-Bus hopped across the pond to drop the remix to his thinly-veiled herpes anthem, “Don’t Touch Me Now, Ya Might Burn Ya Self”, on his show, so I figured, ehh, maybe Trevor will do something interesting that’s worth holding my attention.

Well.

My first question is.... seriously, Bus? WHY are you talking like that? I mean, can we ease off the cocaine brick and Red Bull diet a bit?

No wonder Westwood’s so mum, there’s really nothing for him to say after that! But who ELSE didn’t wanna smack the shyt outta Bus while watching that?

So we're down to the final five. This isn't who I'd pick to be in the final five, but whatever, it ain't my show, I'm just re-capping it. Whatever.

Honestly, this episode was kind of lame. Right on down from the lame pageant to the lame challenge. But let me not get ahead of myself, chickadees. Let’s start off with one of my favorite parts of the show: the beginning. Why? Because you get to see all the bullsh-t manifest.

Aaaah. Memorial Day. I love it. The unofficial start to Summer (eff June 21st). Now it's time to break out those crispy white sneakers or those freak'um sandals that have been sitting in the top of your closet since you bought them with your Christmas bonus and do the damn thing! Whatever way you choose to christen the season, either by going to the movies, lounging on the beach, going to the clubs or bars or taking your Tupperware around while you crash Peaches' BBQ, make sure that you're safe.. well, at least, latex prepared. (Don't front... "Summetime's a natural aphrodisiac", right?)

However, if you have chosen to enjoy your ribs and potato salad on the couch this Memorial Day, then I gotta bring you a video that I think we can all agree is the mother of all summertime joints because it captures of essence of, well, summertime. The track is so vivid that you ALMOST don't need a video for it, because you can paint your own version of this song going down in your own city in your mind. But that's not to say that the vid isn't tight, because it is.

"Drums, please!"

Aight y'all, I need to get off of this computer and get into some trouble. But not too much trouble 'cuz I gotta get up for work the next day :) Don't forget to check our girls tonight on Miss Rap Supreme-- and ME Tuesday morning for the re-cap! Enjoy!

-- Breezylovesyababy@gmail.com

Aaaah. Memorial Day. I love it. The unofficial start to Summer (eff June 21st). Now it's time to break out those crispy white sneakers or those freak'um sandals that have been sitting in the top of your closet since you bought them with your Christmas bonus and do the damn thing! Whatever way you choose to christen the season, either by going to the movies, lounging on the beach, going to the clubs or bars or taking your Tupperware around while you crash Peaches' BBQ, make sure that you're safe.. well, at least, latex prepared. (Don't front... "Summetime's a natural aphrodisiac", right?)

However, if you have chosen to enjoy your ribs and potato salad on the couch this Memorial Day, then I gotta bring you a video that I think we can all agree is the mother of all summertime joints because it captures of essence of, well, summertime. The track is so vivid that you ALMOST don't need a video for it, because you can paint your own version of this song going down in your own city in your mind. But that's not to say that the vid isn't tight, because it is.

"Drums, please!"

Aight y'all, I need to get off of this computer and get into some trouble. But not too much trouble 'cuz I gotta get up for work the next day :) Don't forget to check our girls tonight on Miss Rap Supreme-- and ME Tuesday morning for the re-cap! Enjoy!

-- Breezylovesyababy@gmail.com

Wassup y'all--

Remember a few posts back we had a discussion about the rumors of how before the she got her lip gloss poppin', Lil' Mama was nasty on the freestyle tip?

Well, I have an interesting video of "The Voice of the Young People" going bar for bar with the sometimes wack, sometimes aight Nina B on RockMyTV's Ladies Night.

Instead of having you guess which vid I was gonna pick this week, I just decided to give it away.

After reading the countdown of that mockery of a "Hottest MC's" list MTV put out, I had the craving to hear some really dope lyrics. I won't go off on a tangent about it since I already did on the air yesterday, but damnit, even if that list was meant to be a compilation of the hottest EMCEES in the game RIGHT NOW, it was a joke (come the f-ck on, WHY did Rick Ross make the cut?)

And I know, Special Ed has other joints, yet this is the one he's most associated with. But the sh*t's tight! I love the fact that he's talking about how fly is is, yet rocks a f-cking twenty dollar hoodie. He still makes you believe he's fly, and that's the essence of swagger. Plus, his curly high-top is what really has it made (that sh-t looks fly on him, I'm sorry!)

Maybe I just REALLY REALLY REALLY love old-school beats & flows.. but you mean to tell me that NUMBER F-CKING THREE on that list, Lil' Wayne, spit something that was even REMOTELY close to being fly as this? "BOVINE EXCREMENT!"

Is it me, or does Special Ed remind you of the rapping Allen Payne? I'm just sayin..

Lastly, I gotta give a shout out to my home borough-- BROOKLYN!!-- for being the main star of this clip. ESPECIALLY my one of my favorite places in the whole word, Prospect Park (of course, the Brooklynites recognized that.)

Thoughts? Comments? Got suggestions for next week's Throwback? Holla!

-- Breezylovesyababy@gmail.com

Wassup, wassup, wassup! I think you'll find today's selection of videos kind of... well... delectable.

Oftentimes I’d blog about the dope femcees, and ask you to give me the list of girls that you thought controlled the mic. And I noticed that MANY of you placed this particular lady on top of your list, asking me, “Breezy? What about Jean Grae?”

Well, you know what?

I’m giving shorty some props today.

Thirsty, anyone?

True story, I’ve never seen the movie The Warriors , so this video doesn’t have much of an effect on me. However, I AM bigging her up because this song is sooooo damn sexy. Ladies, THIS is the way it’s done. I love the way she rhymes about getting it on almost violently with a lover without making it sound Kim or Foxy-esque. Honestly, it gave me visions of having rough sex in a steamy showerâ€" so dirty, but so pristine and natural at the same time. Meaning, yeah, pull my hair, n*gga, but I ain’t putting no Sprite cans down my throat. I’m feeling that.

I just hope those “retirement” rumors I heard about her are just a hoax.

Wassup, wassup, wassup! I think you'll find today's selection of videos kind of... well... delectable.

Oftentimes I’d blog about the dope femcees, and ask you to give me the list of girls that you thought controlled the mic. And I noticed that MANY of you placed this particular lady on top of your list, asking me, “Breezy? What about Jean Grae?”

Well, you know what?

I’m giving shorty some props today.

Thirsty, anyone?

True story, I’ve never seen the movie The Warriors , so this video doesn’t have much of an effect on me. However, I AM bigging her up because this song is sooooo damn sexy. Ladies, THIS is the way it’s done. I love the way she rhymes about getting it on almost violently with a lover without making it sound Kim or Foxy-esque. Honestly, it gave me visions of having rough sex in a steamy showerâ€" so dirty, but so pristine and natural at the same time. Meaning, yeah, pull my hair, n*gga, but I ain’t putting no Sprite cans down my throat. I’m feeling that.

I just hope those “retirement” rumors I heard about her are just a hoax.

My, oh my. Hope you enjoyed last week’s lil’ hiatus because Miss Rap Supreme is back in full swing, with the haters hating and the chickens clucking... just like back in high school. Or on your block.

You know the top of the episode always gotta include some bullsh-t. Chiba, Chiba, y’all starts mouthing off about how fake Lez-Byata is, shedding light on the fact that she hasn’t come clean about saying that Rece was fat and Nicky2States was a wack name to call herself. Well, let’s put it like this: Rece isn’t fat, she’s thick and that’s perfectly fine. But there is something alarmingly sloppy about her, and she be killing me with those get ups. And as for Nicky2States’ name? Well, someone’s gotta keep it real. Unless her name means that her legs can spread wide enough to fit in all the dudes between two states, then yeah, it’s pretty much a dumb name.

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Wassup y'all,

As usual, hope everyone's weekend was well and hope my New Yorkers were still able to get it popping despite the washout of Friday and Sunday (I know I did... ha ha).

Today's blog is going to be kind of short, but you don't need much background from me because both of these videos need to be fully absorbed by the viewer for you to grasp its full effect... especially the first one I'm about to show ya.

I might be a tad late with this particular video, but I still had to air it here because.... its soo damn bizarre. I can’t even make sense of it. WHY?!?!?!

Apparently, when they hauled Amy Winehouse’s a-s off to rehab, she picked up a new, seemingly unsanitary habit. I’ve heard of people using their kids to fend off divorce between the parents... but using RODENTS? Oh sh-t... this chick needs her own reality show, straight up...

I wonder if she went the Ozzy Ozbourne route and bit their heads off after she was done.

THANK GOD IT’S FRIDAY!!! IT TOOK TOO DAMN LONG TO GET HERE!!!

I’ve been stressed the f-ck out all week, I can't even begin. I need to get tore up REALLY BADLY. That’s rightâ€" tonight Breezy will be one of the girls “standing in the line for the bathroom!” (Well, not really, 'cuz I don't snort cocaine through $100 bills, but you get the idea.)

That’s why I feel the timing for this video’s debut is PERFECTâ€" I was feeling the song like crazy when it dropped, and we’ve definitely been spinning it on Equilibrium. You gotta admit, it’s pretty hot to hype yourself up for a night of sweating out that perm and rockin’ that freak’um dress.

But why do I get the sense that free eightballs were dispensed to every white chick that showed up for the videoshoot? Yeah... "Everybody Nose", alright! (Were Lindsay Lohan and Zoe Kravitz chillin' in the cut? "She wants that old thing back!" Ha!)

And it was nice to see that Pharrell gave Shae an actual job rather than his previous position of being the N.E.R.D. groupie that could do the best Star Trek sign. He upgraded two steps above Spliff Starr status!

Heeeeeeeeeeyyy!! We're getting our freak on today!!

First of all, I want to thank y’all who decided to vote your picks for the Naughty Throwback. I took a look at what you thought of the vids I suggested, and the ones y’all took upon yourselves to suggest. Needless to say, I skimped on QUITE a few dirty songs but, like I said at the time, those were the ones that crossed my mind.

However, there was one selection from my list that quite a few of you chose, which, coincidentally, was my pick as well. However.... I couldn’t find the actual music video to this track, which pissed me the f-ck off.

Before I post the track, I’ll tell you a secret.

Y’all know I’m all for the empowerment of women and all ( and don’t get twisted what I’m about to say, because I’m not speaking about my own preferred or not preferred sexual practices, I’m speaking in the broader sense) but when it comes down to it with you and your man, BOTH OF Y’ALL should be handling THE BUSINESS. But that’s not the secret.

The secret is...
I LOVE THIS SONG!

I can’t explain it! It’s just sooo bad that it’s good. And Akinyele did do us right by having the chick Crystal Jones sing the part about dudes going down on chicks. You gotta give head to get head, baby!

You also gotta also give him credit for covertly including gays in the song with the line “whether you choose to lick, p*ssy or d*ck, people throughout the world, it’s your pick!”

Sidebar: You know what I noticed? From Ak in 1996 right on down to Lil’ Wayne’s “Lollipop”...even though the majority of rappers have spit about this subject, doesn’t it sound extra raunchy when it comes from an ugly dude?

Hold up! We’re not done yet...

What up y’all, it’s Hump Day... so go hump. Ha, ha, ha, corny joke, I know.

ANYWAYâ€"

Y’all know that I am passionate about women’s hip-hop, and if you read any of my numerous blogs about this subject, I’ve never brought up Trina’s name. I never checked for her, and the songs I did hear from her were basically... ass (take that whatever way you want to). However, we all know that the true measure of a (f)emcee is displayed through freestyling, so when I saw that she spit on Rap City’s golden mic (no pun intended), I checked it out.

Okay, okay.

First of all, I don’t even know why she’s entertaining that broke down, "Huked un Fonikz" sounding Khia for.
I have NOT been paying attention to the drama between them AT ALL, but I hope it’s not over Wayne’s Rastafarian cocker spaniel-looking a*s. However, when she said “nappy headed mutt”, didn’t you think she was getting at Wayne first? Hmm....

But if she IS going at that VH1 reject, you gotta give Trina credit for the way she handled herself though. Trina’s rhyme WASN’T HOT AT ALL, but , but she didn’t go the “R-E-S-P-E RESPECT ME” route (I will NEVER let that go), so she gets half a prop from me today.

Unfortunately, she just gave Khia more fuel for her to sit down and write another one of those blogs she writes that’s dripping with slave-speak (I’m not posting the link for OBVIOUS reasons, Google it).

What do y’all think of her rhyme?

Wassup y'all, good mornin'!

Ever since I chose to pursue writing and blogging, I've come in contact with a few celebs, but there's one in particular I've been DYING to meet: Katt Williams. Usually, I'm against the whole pimp persona, but his lil' short, slightly-nasal voiced self always pulls me in. How could you NOT be a fan of A Pimp Named Slickback? Plus, he and Affion Crockett were the best comedians on Wild N' Out (Sorry, Mr. Mariah). And I we don't even have to talk about his craaaaazy funny HBO special (I LOVE the joke about stretch marks when he says: "either you were big and got small, or you were small and got big! Either way, WE F-UCKING!" )

So, being the Katt Williams fan that I am, I thought I'd post this clip of him on The View promoting his 100-city comedy tour and his movie out on DVD. But he sits down with Joy Behar and Sherry Shepard to talk about the Presidential primaries, his kids (1 by blood, 7 adopted-- WOW), and other stuff. I'm mad he cut his hair! He looks like a preacher!

Is it me, or does Sherry seem a lil' ... eager? "Let me ask you something Katt. Did you make all those kids yourself?" DID YOU SEE HER FACE?!

Tell me she doesn't look like she's thinking, "Ooohh, I'ma hook him up with my girlfriend Tammy, the divorcee... but I wanna take a test drive first!"

G'Morning, Good Folk!

As usual, hope everyone enjoyed their weekend and made their Mommas (and the Daddies that step in as Mommas) feel special yesterday :)

Anyway, let's get right into the vids I got for y'all today.

I'll start off by asking a question. Does anyone actually watch Flavor Flav's sitcom, "Under One Roof"? I’ve NEVER watched this show. EVER. I can’t bring myself to watch a full-episode of anything involving Flavor Flav (hence, the reason why I don’t recap that dumb ass hoe stroll of a VH1 show). But I saw this clip on World Star and I thought I’d check it out, mainly because Fredro Starr had a cameo. It's nice to see that he's still trying to make it happen in the biz... but a lil' disturbing to see that he's actually SHORTER than Flav. Damn...

"The only heat you ever held was a blow dryer"? Oh my damn...VH1 needs to sue, My Network is stealing their coonery!!

And isn't Fredro a lil' old to be doing this crap?

Sheeeit, he was too old when he was playing Q on "Moesha"... but I loved him on that show (until his character pulled a buster move & tried to get Mo to give back the engagement ring because he was broke, but that's another story...)

Hey y'all!

It's Friday, and you know I like to set your weekends off on a funny note.

This Mother's Day comedy sketch courtesy of the very funny David Spates. See what happens when someone tries to show how much they appreciate their mother...

I hope y'all enjoyed that! Dude did loook crazy though, lol....

Aight, y'all, I'm out for the weekend.Once again, I wish all of your mamas, grandmamas, aunts, sisters, cousins, a safe and blessed Mother's Day this Sunday. I just want to take a minute to thank all of you who sent me good wishes for my mother via comment or through e-mail. It's appreciated more than you'll ever know.

-- Breezylovesyababy@gmail.com

Wassup y’allâ€"

I can’t believe this upcoming Sunday is Mother’s Day, the day that we’re supposed to show our mothers, grandmothers, aunts, and female care givers how much we love them and appreciate them their presence in our lives. I guess what’s tripping me out is what’s going on right now with my own mother. I know this is a hip-hop blog and I’m shouldn’t get too personal about my life, but I can’t not address this. My mother’s in the hospital, and as of press date doctors haven’t revealed the results of her biopsy just yet. It’s completely crazy because while my mother will see her sixtieth birthday this year, she looks like she’s in her forties, and has never been sick. The only time she’s been a patient in a hospital â€" ever â€" was to give birth to my brother, my sister and myself. She is the embodiment of what it means to be a strong personâ€" never faltering when in dire need or despair. And trust me, y’all, this woman has been through some things that people should never have to experience. Yet, she reboundedâ€" quite nicely, might I add, against all odds. However, for the first time, I’m seeing this invincible figure as a human being â€" a mortalâ€" and that scares the SH-T out of me. I know those of you who have had sick parents before can understand.

I’m trying to stay on my grind and keep my mind right because, technically, we don’t know what’s wrong yet, and by the time this blog posts in the morning, we still won’t know. However, I sat down to think about what would be an appropriate video for this week’s Throwback, and without a doubt, this is what came into my mind:

Wassup y'all!!

Wow, have I got a bunch of madness for y'all today, I'm gonna skip the niceties, I'm just gonna go in!

First up on the chopping block is Diddy's appearance on The Ellen DeGeneres Show. Of course, this was bound to happen, especially after somebody decided to give this n*gga a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, furthering propelling his delusion of him believing there's a Black trifecta that exists in America: Oprah, Barack, and himself. Whatever.

Diddy visits Ellen (aww, gays supporting each other-- I LOVE IT! RAINBOW POWER!) to talk about his acquiring of Ciroc Vodka.... but why is your man rocking the Mr. Belvedere look? That is NOT how you preserve your sexy!

Diddy: [to Ellen]: Are you drinking water?

Woooow. Like we actually BELIEVE the both of y'all were sipping anything stronger than water! Gotta give this man credit though. If and when he dies, America will NEVER forget that Sean John Combs existed, NEVER...

First of all, let me start off this re-cap by stating that I was HIGHLY disappointed with this episode in all aspects. Usually, this show gives me some kind of fodder to work with, but it was just lackluster to the point where I almost can’t bring myself to comment on it.

And those of you who watched, you know that elimination was BULLSH-T.
Serch and Yo lost ALL credibility one that one.

But for those of you who didn’t peep it last night, let me bring you up to date with the fuckery.

The episode starts off by highlighting the new trifecta of the house: Lez-Byata, Rece and Nicky2States, who have joined forces with a common goal: to hate on Chiba, chiba, y’all. They want her to take off her shades and reveal her eye, which to me, they need to chill with. As much as I am starting to dislike Chiba, I think that the matter of her eye injury is a delicate matter and if Slick Rick could go around not exposing his, then she doesn’t have to expose hers. Everybody can’t be BIG and be proud of their crooked/misaligned eye. This is getting really ridiculous, as you can see. I’m starting not to give a f-ck anymore, because like I said, Chiba and Byata are cut from the same cloth. Both of their phoniness astounds me, and B got Nicky and Rece caught up like the sheep they are (especially Rece, she’s SUCH a co-signer. I still can’t get over her “Chiba’s the devil?!?” statement from last week.)

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Wassup y'all!!

Hope y'all had a great weekend was great. By any chance, did anyone go check out the 25-hour Rapathon at the Hip-Hop Culter Center in Harlem? I went the first night and it was bananas. My peoples John O. and Priest Forever (Tha Gecko Brothas) and Kween Ka$h did their thing, as expected.

What up, y'all --

Wow. First he had a song called “Touch It”, now he drops a joint with the lyrics, “Don’t touch me now/you might burn yaself.”

Hmm. Sounds a lil’ suspect, Bus-A-Bus.

When I first heard this joint, I loved it. Definitely a hot club joint for the summer. For this joint he kind of took it back to the crazy Busta that we love, not this street persona he tried to take on in the past few years. You gotta admit, the flow is kinda “hit you wit’ no delayin’, so what you saying’ yo” â€" esque. I’m WITH IT!

And being that it’s a crazy Busta song, it’s going to accompanied with a crazy Busta video!
Of course he’s King Kong in his video! Why the hell not?

Good morning, y’allâ€"

I’m really not going to say much for today’s blog, mostly because the song speaks for itself.
And I won’t exhaust over the issue, but I couldn’t NOT make a post about this at some point.

Of course, I share the widely felt confusion, shock and anger over the Sean Bell ruling.
Admittedly, this case didn’t stand a chance once they decided to try it without a jury, but hearing the “Not Guilty” verdict was still a harsh slap in the face. I didn’t know Bell or his family and I can’;t even begin to fathom the pain his family and fiancé must be going through. However, as a Black woman living in New York City, I’m pissed the f-ck off for plenty of reasons. The main one is because I have brothers, cousins and nephews between the ages of 14-35. Any one of them could’ve been Sean Bell. In the long run, this verdict affects every Black man, not just those living in New York City â€" and every Black woman who may have to deal with the sorrow of an unnecessary lost loved one. Why? Because AGAIN, the NYPD has proven that at given moment, there could be a police officer, (perhaps of our background, and perhaps not), that can take your man out simply because he felt "threatened"-- and get away with a smack on the wrist and a demotion to desk duty.

(Long, hard sigh) First Amadou Diallo and now Sean Bell. FIFTY MUTHAF-CKING GUNSHOTS, PEOPLE!!! WHEN DOES IT END?!

Unfortunately, this verdict was passed on Friday, after last week’s Throwback, so I decided that some KRS-One was definitely in order for today. I swear I tried my hardest to find a video for this song that I am going to play, but I couldn’t. I DID come across concert footage of him performing said song, but I felt that it would probably be more effective to have the still shot show, allowing you to fully ingest the lyrics.

In memory of Sean Bell and to his two friends injured in the shooting. To their families. And Diallo, you haven’t been forgotten.

To my Black brothers in the struggleâ€" please stand strong. This Sister needs you.

I just can't get over the fact that Black cops were entangled in this mess. I don’t know how you sleep at night.

Stay strong.

â€" Breezylovesyababy@gmail.com