M C Lyte

A young rapper dressed in casual hip-hop gear lounges on a couch at the Santa Monica offices of Scotti Bros. Records, her head framed by an autographed poster on the wall behind her that freezes the moment in movie history when battle-weary Rocky Balboa's fist finally connected with Apollo Creed's mahogany chest. Under a small black hat festooned with flowers, almond eyes twinkle mischievously and a warm smile illuminates the wide, heart-shaped face.