The lights in the studio are dim and a few candles flicker around the production table. I look at Kylie who had showed up sans makeup and in sweats her hair free of the colorful wigs she wore and thrown into a sloppy bun. She sat cross legged on a bar stool, her mouth aligned with the mic.
"Are we free styling?" she asks and I nod and set up in the booth, putting the oversized headphones on my head I wink at her at let her know she can start first. She nods and signals for the beat we had procured earlier in the session to start looping.
"Shorty bad as hell, yeah, with them Kylie Jenner lips Uber every fucking where, pre-rolls in my VIP"
Kylie laughs after rapping a line from one of my old songs and I hype her up because it was pretty lit and one of my favorites.
"I never said thanks for that mention" she says and I roll my eyes and pucker my lips in mocking. Kylie nods and clears her throat making a motion letting the team outside the booth know that we were ready to quit messing around. I make a motion and the beat reloops.
"That Coca" Kylie sings and I start to form a rap in my mind, pulling down my shades and pulling off my bomber jacket. With my lips poised at the mic I start to rap.
"I just poured a 8 in a liter Throw some jolly ranchers in make it sweeter"
The people outside of the booth go wild and start to dance and throw up signs to gangs that they couldn't even imagine being a part of.
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