Kanye sat in the recording studio; equalizer lights bouncing up and down on the console as an unfinished song looped in the background. His arms outstretched in opposite directions, his hands gripping the edge of the console. His shoulder blades pulled back, almost touching, head hunched, eyes watching the lights jump up and down. He was trying to concentrate on the task at hand: finishing the song looping in the background, the song that would continue to loop in the background until he finished it, but was having a hard time focusing with all of the noise coming from the back of the studio where a small group of his close friends, and a couple of producers, were gathered.
The song looped again, Ye had lost count of how many times it had repeated. The beat had dissolved into soft matter, there were no longer any peaks or valleys, no crescendos or silences, just a murmur living beneath pieces of unintelligible conversation. He looked away from the console and to the group at the back. Kanye focused on a woman sitting at the end of a couch. He was unsure of who the woman was exactly, maybe a girlfriend, or a friend of a friend, but she was beautiful, and wearing a low-cut top that seemed barely capable of keeping her voluptuous chest concealed. Her whole outfit looked more appropriate for a night out at the club rather than a gathering of friends. The group didn't notice him staring, the mystery woman included, but the longer he stared the more the music came back into focus, and his thoughts began to materialize.
Kanye's hand left the console and shot upward, he let out a harsh "shush," and the room fell silent. He continued to stare at the woman, except this time she stared back, along with the other guests. Kanye used his free hand to find his pen and the composition notebook he wrote all his lyrics in. He didn't break his stare until he opened the notebook, and began to write. He was writing so quickly that the letters began to run together, but he knew if he slowed down the inspiration would pass him by. When he was done, he looked to his recording engineer and said, "alright, I'm ready." He left his notebook on the console and walked to the vocal booth; the engineer returned to his seat at the console and put his headphones on. Before Kanye entered the booth he returned to the console and scribbled one last line in his notebook. He then studied it intensely, mumbling the words under his breath, trying to perfect the cadence before returning to the booth.
In the booth, Kanye put his headphones on, stepped up to the microphone, and closed his eyes in concentration. The engineer looked down at Kanye's notebook, found the lyrics he had just written down, and read them to himself:
your titties
let 'em out
free at last
THANK GOD ALMIGHTY THEY FREE AT LAST