Queen Bee

July 2009 (1)

"Aight, baby, you ready?" I asked, my pointer finger holding down the mic button as I sat perched at the soundboard. 

Angel groaned, and I could tell she was exhausted. I don't blame her, recording two separate verses in one day is a lot for any artist. Fuck, even I'm tired just working the buttons. "Yeah."

I chuckled. "Just one last run through then ya done, baby." 

Watching as she nodded, I tore my finger away from the mic button, simultaneously hitting play on the beat Wyclef had sent over. Inhaling a deep breath, Angel's lips parted and her still incredibly strong voice rolled from her chest, regardless of how tired she was. 

"I got your back like a Louis Vuitton knapsack/You make my pussy get wetter than a shower cap/Back shots, watch a rude gal throw it back/Yeah, a rude gal throw it back/Walk around naked in your boxers, baby/In that chinchilla alligator fox you gave me/Big Daddy, like your name was Kane/You so for real, baby boy, you make my candy rain/If them boys raid the crib with no warrant/I'll be the first one to put it in the toilet/Flush, right before the crib get rushed/In the bedroom, only time I do the cuffs/I'm G'd up like my Gucci/He be chewin' on my coochie/Like a fresh pack of Juicy Fruit/A gangsta girl."

Smiling from ear to ear, I quickly turned the mic on once more as the beat came to a halt. "That was so dope, baby! It was perfect!" 

Smiling back at me, I watched as she took a quick swig from her water bottle. "Yeah? That one was good?" 

"Hell yeah!" I exclaimed. "Come out and listen to it! You'll love it!" 

Laughing, she set down her plastic bottle onto the stand before tearing the headphones away from her scalp. Exiting the booth, she sauntered her way over towards me, plopping herself down as a new found energy seem to have struck her from how excited she was to have finally nailed the verse. 

Hitting play on the beat, immediately her head began to bob as a wide grin pulled at her lips, telling me she thought this was the perfect take too. "Okay, okay, which one you like better though? This verse or the Porn Star verse?" She asked, quickly pausing the beat as her verse came to an end. 

I laughed. "I don't know, I like 'em both, baby." 

"Mm, but?" She inquired smugly, resting her chin on her curled fingers . 

Shrugging, my laugh melted into a goofy side smile. "But, I like this one a lil' better." 

She laughed. "Boy, you think I wrote this 'bout you?!" Not wanting to say yes or no, all I could do was just to continue grinning like an idiot, earning yet another rumble of laughter to roll from her lips. "Yeah, you're right. I did." She finally admitted. 

"Uh huh, I know." I smugly replied, causing her eyes to roll as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "But I did like the one for Fat Joe too." 

Leaning over to give my cheek a quick peck, her voice turned genuine and sweet. "Thanks, baby." Pulling away, she began moving herself from off of her chair as she gathered her phone, notebook, and laptop. 

Following her lead, I too began collecting all my stuff from off of the soundboard. "So, yo, I've been meanin' to ask you, where you at with the whole movin' shit?" 

Groaning, she lazily shut her laptop as she picked it from off of the table, turning around to face me as she leaned against the board. "Baby, I don't know. Can we just give it a few months 'til my dad calms down? I mean, I'm essentially already moved, it's just like the official sellin' the house shit I gotta do. And packin' up whatever the hell I still got in there."

"Nah, baby, that's fine. I ain't mean to stress you out or nothin', I was just wonderin'." 

She sighed. "No, you didn't stress me out it's just this shit with my dad is so annoying." Running her hand down her face, I knew even if it wasn't me that stressed her out, she was still stressed regardless.