If you’re searching for rap’s nucleus, you go to Atlanta.
And if you’re searching for the nucleus inside that nucleus, you try to find a place insiders call DARP, a gated recording studio hidden on one of the city’s countless leafy residential side streets.
On a Friday afternoon in August, Metro Boomin trundles into the studio’s driveway around 4:30 p.m., ready for another workday. Inside, other producers have already clocked in – there’s Southside, a member of the top-flight production team 808 Mafia, and Travis Scott, an audacious protege of Kanye West. Everyone’s gossiping, laughing, talking light trash, swapping horror stories about stolen hard drives. But not for long, because everyone is here to make hits.