Feevaleo

“Man, ain't no rules to this shit, you gotta get it how you live out here....shake hands, kiss babies, & get money!” Feevaleo deadpans to the crowd, as they instinctively nod their head in adulation. Only, it’s a one-on-one conversation, and the crowd is a lone comrade. You can’t tell that to Feev’ innate star, though – to his natural self, the camera’s always on.

Raised in Maryland, Feev's adopts an alternative approach the game. Being a product of some of America's most charmingly rough areas (affectionately known as "Bronxtimoradelphia"), his most personal surroundings evolved him into one of music’s future trendsetters. “I wanted to be cooler than my older brothers, get money like my Pops, be smarter than my sister, and be Grandma’s favorite! All the while trying to separate myself from the pack from the guys outside." To that end, it’s safe to say he’s succeeded.

Boasting an eclectic set of influences (“Stevie Wonder rules the world.") Biggie is the greatest. Hov is the greatest-est, and I eternally rock Outkast and the Lox. Feev labels LL Cool J’s “I’m Bad” as the track that made him want to pick up a mic. “It made me wanna test the waters and write my own rhymes,” Feev elaborates. “My music crosses a lot of emotions in an entertaining fashion."

Balancing the ability to fraternize with all sorts of people, from all sorts of backgrounds, with the same respectful arrogance, Feev has the ability and youthful vigor to charm your cougar mother. It’s a good thing he’s sticking to music.