Words from Bizarre

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I never met nobody like Kanye. I remember he came in on a late flight; his flight landed around nine o’clock at night, so nobody really wanted to wait. I think me and maybe Kuniva waited. He flew in with a Louis bag, Louis luggage, Louis book bag — I’m like, “Damn!”

I remember he came into the studio and he was playing the first beat he was about to play for us. Usually, when a producer is playing beats for a rapper, they’re trying to keep eye contact with the rapper, you know, to see if they want to move on to the next song — like, “Oh, you want to go to the next song? Skip that song?”

But Kanye, when he plays a beat, he puts his back toward you and just zones the fuck out on the beat, to the point where you don’t even want to tap his shoulder and tell him to go to the next beat. He really feels his beats. He really feels his music, man.

Kanye is funny, man. I remember he didn’t even leave with the car service that he came with — he left with my homeboy. My homeboy took him to the mall, got him a haircut.

I remember the next day the label was wondering, like, “Damn, I think he missed his next car,” so they were calling us like, “Hey, Kanye didn’t get in this car this morning — what’s going on?” And he ended up coming [back] to the studio with my boy. He was still hanging with my boy. Kanye different, man.