Excerpt

In his autobiography The Mos' High Mezziah recounts his first meeting with William "Juvenill" Mitchell at Calvary Records: 
It was one of the wildest experiences of my life.  This young white dude in a t-shirt and jeans comes right up to me in my office like he knew me or some shit.  Straight at me, total eye contact, not saying nothing. At first I thought, did I need to reach for my piece, who is this nigga? People don’t just roll up on me, especially in my own damn building — I have layers of screens between me and the front door — I’m thinking, who do I need to fire for this shit? But a voice in my head said very clearly that I needed to listen to him. 
     Then he just handed me his disc and sat down on one of my couches, waiting for me to play it, bold as fuck. William has this way about him that you understand once you listen to his music; I call him Good Will Hunting, he don’t need to front.  Let me tell you, no one else could do what he did because his shit is that real.  I tell people the President of this country don’t hold himself like William did that day, and the POTUS is a pretty relaxed nigga. 
     So I listened to his demo right there – it was practically an album.  Played the whole damn thing, had it on my system and people were sticking their heads in my office saying “Yo, who dat?”  Pretty soon my office was filled with people nodding their heads, concentrating on his lyrics and getting hyped.  The more noise they made, the more people came in – secretaries and everything – we never heard an MC spit like that before. He was so clever and deep — I can’t describe what it was like hearing Juvenill for the first time, but I know I’ll never forget it.  No one does.  It was crazy, people would hear a lyric and hold their heads shouting “I don’t believe that!” and “Did you hear what he just did?!” And here’s William, sitting quietly on the couch in the middle of all this, head down, not saying a word.  When it was over and everyone was like “Who the fuck was that?!” you could’ve heard a pin drop when I pointed to William.  “DIS NIGGA?”  people said.  I knew I had to lock William down before anyone else tried to steal him.