Man so the plan to record champzilla the whole weekend has been haulted...Meade gotta work the whole weekend...
so im like cool man...just let me record the whole night and that'll be it...all i need is some monsters cheeseburgers and somebody to text me and by 7 am the whole mixtape would have been done...i was gon mix my own vocals and everything...only thing i need is his mic...i don't really need him (no offense) but im not going with super studio quality...charles hamilton stuff sound like dodo but you bump it cuz its good music...soulja boy's orginal records sounded like whale shit in a 1 pound bag but kids love it...i can do it...na'mean?
This nigga talkin bout naw "my mind won't be able to rest if your there". Fuck that mean? so im like iight...well imma record it at the blackoutt studio and just mix the ones i did at his crib....he talkin bout "naw its all wave files"....im like well imma just re-record the whole thing...the west texas conference is next weekend and i want 20 copies of champloo in my hand to give out...MM got the cover and gon label the disc for me...imma buy black discs, ink, the software, labels and insert paper...the only thing i need to finish is the music...
so finally the truth come out..."man look just wait til next week, imma be off i can do it then"....this nigga want a shout out....he want to hear my say "shout out to Torrey Meade for mixing my vocals" he gon get that even if i mix em na'mean? its not a big deal to me WHO mixes it as long as it gets mixed...its like homie you gon be part of it regardless thas fam...
O nevermind he gon give me the keys and imma jus record for 11 HOURS!!! Thas whas good...CHAMPZILLA COMIN...damn and i wrote this whole post...
(thanks bruh...i was bluffing...haha)
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