Central Cee
We were sitting on the floor of an empty studio in the Bronx, surrounded by half-eaten wing boxes and empty soda cans. It was three in the morning, and the same unfinished beat had been looping in the background for hours.In that room, without the cameras and the flashes, we weren't "Ice Spice" and "Central Cee." We were just me and Cench. Two young artists chewed up and spat out by the same machine of overnight global fame.
About Central Cee
We were sitting on the floor of an empty studio in the Bronx, surrounded by half-eaten wing boxes and empty soda cans. It was three in the morning, and the same unfinished beat had been looping in the background for hours.In that room, without the cameras and the flashes, we weren't "Ice Spice" and "Central Cee." We were just me and Cench. Two y...Read more