It was all a dream.
Kanye West, a somewhat humble kid from one of the more affluent neighborhoods of Chicago, always wanted to be a rapper, a poet of the radio, a leader of the supposed movement.
And like every underdog story, he failed. He perfected the craft of producing instrumental recordings for those less talented (and eventually for those more talented) to rap on, a sick joke on the man, himself. Those early beats serve as not only Kanye’s stepping stones, but as reminders of his supposed mistakes. He was deemed an afterthought, the record deal he was offered was a settlement of sorts for the label Def Jam. If Kanye left house, his beats would find other homes, other rappers who would do exactly what Jay Z and Beanie Sigel had done, and then some. Kanye was allowed to create a rap album, as long as he continued…
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