Since she was a little girl competitively dancing at Stage Door of Performing Arts (Minnesota), elevating her classical training at Saint Paul Conservatory For Performing Artists (Minnesota), and intensifying her technique at The Ailey School (New York) Corbin had one goal, to dance for the greatest entertainer of the world and of all time, Beyoncé. While the journey was nothing short of easy, Hunter’s dedication and many sacrifices is the reason she has been successful taking the industry by storm, engraving her name and leaving a legacy for others to reference.

It was all a dream. Long before The Dripping Root was conceptualized and the build-out began, artist and creative turned entrepreneur, Catiesha Pierson had the idea in her mind. Recipe creation, beverage and other menu options would be carefully executed in the Restaurant Guru featured entrepreneur’s home, before she hit the streets with her cooler, making drippy deliveries. As her social media following and clientele grew, Pierson prepared to turn the key into Minnesota’s very first Black owned Brick and Mortar juice bar.

After stealing the hearts of her loyal followers, Nakara Forjé doubles-down on what it means to create a full album, keeping integrity for the sport and culture that is Hip Hop, center. And if honesty and transparency weren’t enough, the “#strangerthings” emcee intricately coats the bars from her 10th track with the identical meekness she informed her listeners on “#strongerthanpride” (feat. Candi)” [1:26] she wasn’t strong enough to advertise: “Love had me served up on a platter for weak niggas to devour, got estranged from myself, getting to know someone else.”

With two studio albums under his belt, “Misfit: 55411” (2017) and “The Breakthrough” (2021), Mac Irv has perfected the art of creating a sonically pleasing, cultural hit. Blending melodies from the early 2000s, coupled with a contemporary point-of-view and production, listeners can experience nostalgia and be present, simultaneously.

Master lyricist, Ricki Monique flushes the bland and usual rhymes of her peers down the drain, as she offers a hook that addresses issues the music industry and potential partners ignores: “Only want me when I’m finished and polished, shit on my eyelids, contour on my cheekbones, in fabrics you call stylish.”