The instrumental started and it sounded like a crazy mental hospital. A madhouse. It reminded me of those weird,"fun" mirrors at the carnival.
"This is madness!" Mac's voice boomed through the studio's speakers.
"This is an outrage!" His voice echoed. He did his signature laugh.
"Yeah, young sire, slap the fuck out Jon Cryer
Rough rider, raw bust inside a vagina, like I want kids
My head continues to be haunted
I burn a city down while I'm unconscious,maybe gone
Take some quaaludes, conversate with Jesus
Batting practice with the mothafuckin' ghost of Babe Ruth
Do as a saint do, turn painful to graceful
Devil on my trails, I'm trying to find the Holy Grail"
He began to cough repeatedly. Either he had a cold or he smoked too much hash from earlier. I was feeling this song already, I nodded my head to the constantly changing beat. If I knew the words to this song I would definitely sing along.
"Right there" He said. Clockwork pushed a button to cause the beat to speed up. Mac continued his verse after he was finished coughing.
"And if Mars is the farthest that man has set his target
Then I don't know why I even started
I'm sick of being too nice to people who don't do shit but consume light
Told myself, "Fuck the world kid, just do what you like"
Go and have a food fight, start yourself a new life
You're too bright to be inside a bunch of mediocrity
But all those big words ain't gon' get you paid
And those abstract ideas for sure won't get you laid
You got it made in that mad house
What the fuck you got to be sad 'bout?
Go 'head a rap now
Do what you do best, I mean, that's what you do best
Matter fact mothafucka, you suit vest, you need to buy a new dress
I heard you and your girl live in a duplex
I'm a put her ass in a Suplex, the sun east, the moon west
You got a clue, what does a clue get?
Nothing."
The beat suddenly stopped. What was it, only one verse? I clapped for Mac, seeing him actually deliver verses in his studio was a once in a lifetime experience. I could actually feel his energy as he delivered the verses. His fans would probably kill to experience what I just experienced.
He walked out of the booth with a smile on his face. He sat next to me on the black leather couch.
"So I'm guessing you like the song" he laughed.
"No, I loved it. But is that all?"
"Naw, Jay Electronica is going to record a verse. He sends me texts like everyday saying "Don't turn the album in without me", so he'll record it soon I guess" he said scratching the back of his head.