So you wanna be a rapper

About a month ago I decided I was going to do a mixtape. I took some verses, created some songs, fucked around with some ideas and 2 weeks later, after a quick studio session here and a 7.5 hour studio session there… I did it. I was psyched too, thought I was super woman for real. Head all gassed up like I’m the illest artist alive. And get this, AFTER this 7.5 hour recording session, I hosted (for the 1st time ever) a showcase and performed in this competition (no I did not win,,, not even close). So now I’m really thinking I’m something else, right. 2 weeks later I did my photo shoot and I’m thinking my shit will be dropping 2 months after I decided to do it, how efficient of me. HA! That’s what I thought,,, until I got the mixes back. In my attempt to save time and $ I sacrificed quality. It’s not garbage, but it’s far from a classic. The material is not bad; the sound quality is not even bad really. Listening to each song I hear adlibs out of sync or just out of place altogether. I hear a lack of inflection, emotion, charisma, whatever in the vocals. I hear places where I left things out or added too much. I will say this. For those 2 weeks I spent every waking moment (and believe me there were plenty) that I was not working at my “real” job (and even some of those) on this CD. I wrote, revised, practiced, memorized, reviewed, rehearsed etc. etc. What it lacked the most was precision, and this comes from taking time. So what if I had to do 1 verse 4 times or 7 times or taken a whole hour for 1 song; the producer wouldn’t have gotten mad because that’s his job and what he was paid to do. It would have been worth the extra money and trip to the studio to listen to the end result with a smile instead of a cringe. OK so it’s not that bad… I guess. Judge for yourself. Hit me up and get a copy of my CD, I mean mixtape, and let me know what YOU think.