Kanye West - Yeezus -2013- ❲HIGH-QUALITY — CHEAT SHEET❳

In the studio, Rubin walked in one day. Kanye had sixteen layers of synth on I Am a God . Rubin listened. He said nothing. He just started pulling faders down. One by one. Until only a single, distorted 808 and Kanye’s raw, untreated voice remained.

He screamed about a Black Skinhead . Punk rock for a post-racial lie. Drums like a fascist rally, lyrics like a Molotov cocktail. He was too famous to be angry, they said. He was too rich to feel pain. So he got angrier. Kanye West - Yeezus -2013-

Kanye walked away from the album not satisfied, but emptied. The glass tower had been built. It stood alone on the skyline of pop music—sharp, ugly, and impossible to ignore. In the studio, Rubin walked in one day

“Now it’s a god speaking,” Rubin said. “Not a man pretending.” He said nothing