Happy Women's History Month! Let's Make Hip Hop Her Story.​​

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In 1980, just seven years after the formal birth of Hip Hop, a young graffiti artist from Brooklyn New York named Jean-Michel Basquiat stopped using his graffiti tag SAMO and focused on his career as a painter. He sold his work for the first time a year later to the lead singer of Blondie, Debbie Harry, for just $200. This sale, sky-rocketed his career. Later that year, at just 21 years old, Basquiat made his first million-dollar sale, selling a painting for 1.1 million dollars. By 2017, several of his pieces sold for 9 figures, including a painting called Untitled which went for $110.5 million.

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I want you to think of my next Album, TRIGGER WARNING, Confessions of a Black Feminist Rapper part 2, as a Basquiat painting, an Untitled if you will. Just like his paintings, my next album is a piece of artwork that will only appreciate over time as my craft, career, and contributions to our community continue to appreciate, bloom, and unfold out into the world. 

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Now, you might be thinking, “I’m ready Coco, it took you long enough!” or, you might be thinking “THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH!” 

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Yes, I am audacious, skilled, talented, committed to my craft, and dedicated to transforming this society and leaving the world better than I found it. And I’m inviting you to take this journey with me.

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I’d like to offer you the opportunity to invest in women in Hip Hop, in a female rapper, in the culture, in Black women and girls, in Black business, in an independent artist, in a Black woman-owned business, in Black art, in a Black women-owned independent record label, in a Black female entrepreneur, in a Black female liberation worker, in a cultural organizer and strategist...

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In me.

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A Black woman, who was once a little Black girl, who dreamt of many things, including offering her gift to the world, but whose biggest dream and deepest desire was to survive her childhood and find safety, acceptance, and love.

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This next album is HER story…

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In 1998, through a series of back roads, planes, trains, automobiles, five different women's labor, and the grace of God...I was - no lie - smuggled off the island of Kauai and put on a plane from "Big Island" (Hawai'i) to Los Angeles. Once there safely, my father notified my mother that I had, in fact, not been kidnapped and that he had me with him in Pasadena. He fought for full custody and won.

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My pops wasn't into talking about emotions in the '90s. He was born in 1943 in Harlem—he's what we call 'old school.' I think he knew that, given I had just survived the first 11 years of my life by the skin of my teeth, I needed something to speak to my heart. He wasn't able to talk to me about what my life was like before he got me, but what he did do was give me one of the greatest gifts—music.

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And it was the '90s, so back then, we were still bopping around with Discmen and CDs—always scratching and skipping, but I digress. Some of the first CDs he gave me were Buju Banton’s Inna Heights and The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. And when he handed me that Miseducation album, he didn’t say, 'Baby, this is Hip Hop.' He just said, 'Baby, now this Sista—SHE a heavy Sista...'

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That was it. ​

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Just months before, my Aunt Khalila had gifted me my first journal for Easter. That was all I needed—a pen, a little lavender Easter Sunday rhyme book, and some inspiration from our queen, Miss Lauryn Hill. Twenty-five years later, I'm still writing rhymes, overflowing with melodies, and finally ready to tell that little Black girl's story.

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​​​​​​By investing in Black women and girls—by investing in me—you’re investing in yourself and in the future. And I hope by now yal know that’s not just a saying.​

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I’m tired of this played-out narrative we have in Hip Hop. You know how it goes: 'What happened to REAL Hip Hop? Where are the Sistas telling REAL stories and rippin’ it like Queen Latifah, Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Lauryn Hill used to?'"

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Right here boo boo. We’re all around you—birthing this powerful lineage, weaving this tapestry, this call and response, this conversation we call Hip Hop.

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​​There are many like me— bold, profound, highly skilled, liberation-oriented women in Hip Hop.

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And yet… there are none like me.​​​​

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I’m not just here to dazzle your ears with addictive melodies and push the culture forward—although that is part of it. You're welcome 💋💋

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I’m here to make history by telling her story.

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And if at this point you're saying, "Come on Coco, not that played-out feminist ‘her story’ bullshit again..."

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My response is: Uhh, yes yes yal, and it don't stop...

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Listen, I've come to believe that because of how anti-Black racism and sexism intersect, there is, in some ways, nothing more revolutionary for a Black woman or girl to do than to tell her story...and nothing more revolutionary for those around her to do than to listen and allow themselves to  be transformed in the process.​​​

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When a Black woman or girl grabs the mic to tell her story, it disrupts the very systems that stole, bought, and sold our ancestors—teaching us to forget our worth, our value, our significance. It flies in the face of the forces that exploit our labor while expecting our silence.

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This is why supporting women in Hip Hop is such a revolutionary act. We have always spoken truth to power and disrupted the status quo by telling our stories.  From the beginning, we’ve snatched mics, battled our way to the center of this conversation, and pulled our girls into the cypher with us.

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I am a daughter of this tradition, who has been studying it for over two decades— in the cut, sharpening my craft. Now that I’ve got the mic, I don’t want you to just passively consume my music from afar.

 

 

I want you with me.

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Not as fans, but as part of a community, a movement.

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"Know your worth" is a cute catchphrase, but what if we put our money where our mouths were and turned the music industry on its head? What if we stopped saying we value Black women and girls, artist disrupters, and women in Hip Hop—and backed that up with action? What could we create? What solutions could we birth?

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That’s why I’m releasing my next album as a limited-edition collector’s item package. Only 1,000 will ever be made and distributed worldwide—ever. This is a one-time opportunity. There are 988 packages left, and I’ll never press up hard copies of this project or offer this package again. The album won't be on the streaming platforms. Once they’re gone, they’re gone.

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This deluxe package comes with:

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• 1 Limited Edition Autographed Vinyl Record

• 1 Digital Download Code

• 1 Ticket to a Secret Location Concert Experience

• 1 Custom Lyric Book

• 1 VIP pass to a cozy Q&A session with me after the concert. (next 88 pre-orders)

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All housed in an elegant limited edition box and packaging.

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Plus, I KNOW you’re ready to fill your ears with the next part of the Confessions of A Black Feminist Rapper trilogy—set to gorgeous, irresistible melodies, beats that make you dance and let loose, and bomb-ass, masterfully written lyrics that paint this testament to the resilience of the human spirit.

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​You’ll pay $1,000, and although it won’t cost you $110.5 million, just like Basquiat’s Untitled, TRIGGER WARNING, Confessions of a Black Feminist Rapper part 2 is worth every penny. 

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Five, ten, twenty years from now a deluxe limited edition Coco Peila album will be worth far more than $1,000. Fifty years from now, it will be a Hip Hop history precious gem.​

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Don’t take my word for it though. Here’s what people are saying about my music. Pre-order the album here before they sell out.

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​​​My payment platform Stripe, not only takes practically every form of payment but also offers Klarna, Affirm, and Afterpay if you’re interested in the package but need to break it up into smaller payments.

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CHILE! There is NO excuse, no more rah-rah and talk of supporting Black-owned businesses, women in Hip Hop, and independent artists, without actions to back it up. In 2025 we about that action.  Pre-order your limited edition album package today.

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p.s.

I’m donating 10% of every package sold to my organization BlackGold Movement so that I can hire an Executive Director to keep the org’s powerful work going. It’s time for me to delegate this role to someone who can give it the full attention and energy it deserves. The org will continue to fund and amplify the voices and solutions of other Black women and girls in Hip Hop across the African diaspora. And YOU get to be a part of funding that when you purchase 1 of 1,000 limited edition album packages. We've already raised $1,200 from the first twelve package pre-orders!

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To my day-ones, thank you for all the love, resource, and support you've given me over the years, and for lifting me, my voice, and my music up so we can be heard beyond the Bay Area. Believe me, I will never forget us and what we built. We get to continue this journey together - even though it looks different than it did back in the early aughts at those house parties, cyphers, workshops, functions, and venues that only exist in our hearts and memories now.

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And for my new folks, welcome, for real. This gon be one heavenly ride yal. I'm looking forward to the memories, relationships, music, and movement we will build together. I'm looking forward to dancing, singing, celebrating, and connecting in resistance to systems and policies of oppression. Our joy, our creativity, our voices, our hope, our art is and has always been essential to our survival and thriving as the systems of oppression continue to crumble.

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I'm so excited to take yal on this journey with me and beyond grateful we’re doing this together. And I mean that shit, frfr.

 

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Love, Hip Hop, & Liberation,

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- Corina "Coco" Peila

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p.p.s.

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The first single off the album 'Perfect Love' is out now. Sign up for my newsletter here (or just scroll down🪷) for a free private listening link to the song so you can get a taste of the sonic beauty and richness of the album's storyline.​​