2 Chainz emerges from the booth periodically, still mumbling to himself as the beat plays. He dims the lights, refills his Styro-foam cup, waves his arms behind the engineer as if in a séance, then half stumbles back into the booth without saying a word. He records a few more bars, comes out mumbling, rolls another blunt, takes a few pulls,beats his palm against his forehead, returns to the booth. He records his next few bars, comes out, announces “More drugs!” to no one in particular, refills his cup and then it’s back to the booth.
After about 90 minutes of this back and forth and back again he’ll have a full 16 bars. His engineer sews them all together and plays them back so 2 Chainz can firmly commit his Frankenstein to memory. Then he records it from the top in one or two takes. From the booth he announces “Ad-libs!” and cuts a second track of his usual exclamations and echoes. He rolls another blunt and then it’s on to the next one.
This dude can’t even spit 16 bars? Explains a lot…his music is kinda sloppy and all over the place.
I can’t wait to limewire this, burn it on a cd, steal my dad’s cayenne, bump this loud as fuck with the windows down, and ride around looking at the 20 million dollar houses with a mean mug look on my face like I’ve accomplished something in life. I’m keeping it real though.