Five minutes later, Mark sent the address of the studio. The studio was located in one of the wealthy neighborhoods of LA Since it was nighttime, it was cold outside.
Lin threw on a Louis Vuitton hoodie that he had accidentally taken from his closet. He dressed quickly and hurried to the studio. Even though it was night, it was very bright and the night life of the city was visible.
Here and there were couples, cars and people out for a stroll. Lin called a cab with the help of a telephene. 10 minutes later Lin was on his way to record his first track.
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Half an hour later he arrived at the venue. Getting out of the car he was met by about ten guys led by Mark.
--Oh, Mark. Long time no see." said Lin with a little smile as he approached the crowd and greeted them all, most of the guys he already knew because they were all members of the "family."
--You're right. Oh, shit! Look at you. You've grown so much in the six months we haven't seen each other! Mark was surprised. Mark was 24 years old and tall, about 186 cm.
The fact that Lin had grown 10 centimeters in six months surprised him.
--Are you ready? I have to write the beat and then record the verse.
--You don't have a beat?! Mark looked at Lin, puzzled.
--Not yet. I already know what beat I need so it'll be quick. Then I need to make a mini video and release it on all social networks and MeTube. And I need to release it on music streaming services.
--Do you know someone who can help? asked Lin. Lin didn' t know how to deal with streaming services and he needed a trusted person to manage it
--Let me see. I think I know the right man. I'll introduce you. After some thought, Lin said.
--Okay. Well, let's don't waste it, let's go record my hit. Lin announced excitedly.
--Well, let's go.
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A few moments later they entered the studio.Inside they saw several rooms. One was the sound engineer's room, the other was the recording room, and the others were instrument rooms and others.
The whole studio,walls and ceiling were covered with soundproofing and sound absorbing materials.Lin entered the recording room.
There he saw microphones,mixers,tape recorders,monitors and everything needed to record and create music.
--Oh, yeah. That's what I need. Lyn said playfully. --Wassup, dudes. You must be Lin? Mark told me about you. My name's Ricky. Said the dark-skinned guy with the short haircut to Lyn. Ricky was a record producer and DJ
--I'm Lin. Nice to meet you, Ricky. Hope we work well together. smiling, Lin said, shaking his hands.
--Well, let's get started. Do you have a beat?
--No, but I'll make one in no time.
--Are you sure? Ricky replied incredulously.
--I'm a hundred percent sure.
--All right.
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Lin, Mark and Ricky entered the beatmaking room. --You can start. Ricky said.
Immediately Lin sat down in the chair and started to make a drawl beat. Lin knew how to make a drill beat.
It was relatively easy to make a drill beat. He started to quickly add a piano character to the drill, added Halftime, cut down the low end, wrote a few versions of the hi-hats for the three songs.
Lin started to make some melodies. And after that, of course, the bass should be added. An hour later, all the beats for the first three songs were ready.
All that was left was to record the verses and choruses and then start recording.
-- All done. Ricky, let's start recording. I'll record three songs at once. I've got the verses and choruses already written.
--Okay. I'll help you add more bridge. Lin put on his headphones, went into the recording booth. The first song I don't like.
On the way over here, Lyn was thinking about what to replace the word that "often" used by rappers and decided to use homie, dawgs and a word he coined called wigga. From the word wig, referring to the fakes that surround us.
-- Okay I'm ready
after these words the beat turned on and Lin began to sing.
Verse[]
A fuck wigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A snitch wigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A bitch wiga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
Don't like (Don't like). Don't like
A snitch wigga, that's that shit I don't like
Don't like. Don't like
A popped bitch, that's that shit I don't like (Nah, nah, nah)
I got a bad bitch, yeah, that bitch right (Yuh)
We smoke dope all day, all night
You smoke Reggie, that's that shit I don't like
We got a fuckin' Audi, that bitch all white Pull up on your bitch, bet she gon' like (Bang-bang, bang) Pistol totin' and I'm shootin' on sight (Bang-bang) A snitch wigga, that's that shit I don't like (Nah, nah, nah)
Your bitch wan' do the team, bet she won't fight (Nah , nah, nah)
Bitch, we GBE. Fuck who don't like! (GBE, baby) And we ain't gon' fight, our guns gon' fight (Bang-bang-bang)
Choru[]
A fuck wigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
A bitch wigga, that's that shit I don't like (Bang-bang)
Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like
Don't like . Don't like
A snitch wigga, that's that shit I don't like
Don't like . Don't like
A bitch wigga, that's that shit I don't like
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Lin began to rap verse by verse, surprising Mark and Ricky.
--Damn homie!! This is fucking awesome!!
shouted Ricky
Mark was no less surprised
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having legalized the record "i don't like "Lin left the booth and said
-- ready to continue?
Still surprised, Ricky stated.
--Hell yes!!
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Lin started recording the song again. On this one it was "Loading"
[Verse 1] Bro just jumped out the ride with a mask on|
Jumped off the porch and went my own|
way, no way, I don't owe no olders (No way)|
Free all the guys and rest in peace to all of the fallen soldiers|
The world is full up of impactive distractions so we all lose focus (Haha)| I think out loud, what comes out my mouth, I can't control it|
[chorus]
Lynx don't be on the road too tough|
But I still cut through with the local thugs (Thugs)| Coulda ran off the plug| But I kept it real and I showed him love (Showed him love)|
Lil'-lil' bro got the poker tucked|
Where we grew up, it's so corrupt|
Fans see me on the block, go nuts|
I'm not in my bag, I'm loading, loading|
Back then, it was hand-to-hand|
Nowadays, I don't have no involvement|
In the trap, I'll stay on my own|
I'm home alone, Macaulay Culkin|
WhyJay no commented it|
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Almost immediately Lin wrote down For Mula
[Chorus]
Ha, first, like a formula, lil' bae, I'll give her exps (Let's go)
I-I got this gold, the stones are huge, like the Flintstones (Ice, ice)
I'm- I'm playing new again, but on a wave like I'm a steamboat, ha (Ooh-ooh)
Teeth chattering with cold, I need a key to the city, ah
Ah, I'm in on it, I'm in on it like the cards (Constant)
Hey, I got the talent, I got the team like Carter.
Bre-Bredrin, uh, mandem (Gang), they're all wearing balacs, ah.
Me-Meat, uh, Hunter, uh.
We got gas like Fanta, ah It's gas
[Verse]
Opps yelling my name, they ain't getting no attention (Ha)
I don't give- I don't give 'em free promo, I can punch 'em in the fuckin' face.
LI-Linx, ah - Psycho, ah, I'm in your town - typhoon, ah (Ah)
Call me a surfer, my new sound is waves (Hey,, I'm on a wave)
Wearing-wearing these Jordan's, they're gonna help me so much in the race (Runnin' for cash)
derby, I've done so much work I've been working
Drill, drill, ha, it's like Repair School, ha
I got these maps, got to stone island (Let's go)
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After recording the tracks, it was as if you could see a frantic drive in the air....