BLACK

5y

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Fayettville. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of clean laundry clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Russ and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "ATM." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Cole in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "ATM" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Cole stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Cole's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Cole put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his freeform dreads and began to take a drink of a white, milky substance. Closing his eyes, Cole began to flow freely.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up" Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Cole continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." The Engineer looked over to Russ with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Russ then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Cole.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Cole hung up the headphones, took another sip of almond milk, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Cole retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Mesaih

5y

Like I f*** that type of music but like there's a point where an artist does nothing but recreate that same sound and add nothing special to it, which is where Gunna is

Mesaih

5y

Yeah 100 Percent.
Lil Baby at least has some energy in his songs
Gunna sounds asleep

DAVIDP

5y

Because all these little kids wanna hear is the same 808 stuttering hihat autotune song done in every single f***in way possible

BLACK

5y

only lames say either one is boring

DAVIDP

5y

Even still I'd just rather listen to Thugger and call it a day. These dollar store brand rappers really ain't interesting to me anymore

BLACK

5y

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Fayettville. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of clean laundry clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Russ and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "ATM." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Cole in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "ATM" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Cole stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Cole's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Cole put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his freeform dreads and began to take a drink of a white, milky substance. Closing his eyes, Cole began to flow freely.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up" Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Cole continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." The Engineer looked over to Russ with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Russ then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Cole.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Cole hung up the headphones, took another sip of almond milk, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Cole retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

Niggamortis

5y

Imo Gunna has more interesting production and greater, more alluring flows (usually complementing the beat to perfection) that keep you up to pace with whatever instrumental he's on.

Cole can do that as well but maybe it's his ever-present dead weight of a voice/terrible choruses and hooks that mess up replay value for me.

Mesaih

5y

Thug Uzi and Future only ones rlly worth listening to tbh

BLACK

5y

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Fayettville. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of clean laundry clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Russ and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "ATM." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Cole in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "ATM" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Cole stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Cole's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Cole put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his freeform dreads and began to take a drink of a white, milky substance. Closing his eyes, Cole began to flow freely.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up" Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Cole continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." The Engineer looked over to Russ with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Russ then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Cole.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up, count it count it up, count it up, count it up." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Cole hung up the headphones, took another sip of almond milk, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Cole retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."

babylon sherm

5y

@DAVIDP u dont like song I post above ?

Noir

5y

I don't get Gunna at all. The music is just...nothing.

At least Nav is funny.

rayray

5y

Nav is lietrally like a robot that was commanded to make the most default melodic rap over trap beats

lilhook

5y

completely awful thread

BLACK

5y

only lames say either one is boring