Apr 9, 2020Like back in the days of lastfm he came on and I felt him. The warm up was my s*** but after that he stated feeling uppity. Like we get it you can rap but no need to be on some no feature bs
Plus he dissed the goat for no reason
I can’t bro
BLACK ⛧Apr 9, 2020·6 repliesYet 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, Logic 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 beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky 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 Logic with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Logic 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."
Apr 9, 2020you were probably wearing a jacket
safe 🪩Apr 9, 2020BLACKYet 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, Logic 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 beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky 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 Logic with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Logic 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."
Apr 9, 2020BLACKYet 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, Logic 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 beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky 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 Logic with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Logic 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."
Apr 9, 2020BLACKYet 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, Logic 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 beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky 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 Logic with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Logic 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."
- Apr 9, 2020BLACK
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, Logic 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 beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky 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 Logic with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Logic 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."
- Apr 9, 2020
U did get him but yall lost transmission
Apr 9, 2020CastleLike back in the days of lastfm he came on and I felt him. The warm up was my s*** but after that he stated feeling uppity. Like we get it you can rap but no need to be on some no feature bs
Plus he dissed the goat for no reason
I can’t bro
"he dissed the goat for no reason"
go to sleep
Apr 9, 2020Ok.
You want a cookie? How about posting about a artist you actually like.
Apr 9, 2020·editedCastleLike back in the days of lastfm he came on and I felt him. The warm up was my s*** but after that he stated feeling uppity. Like we get it you can rap but no need to be on some no feature bs
Plus he dissed the goat for no reason
I can’t bro
He’s not that interesting so he had to do weird s*** for attention and come up with some kinda fake man of the people ploy to maintain his run
hayabusa 🌐Apr 9, 2020·2 replies
Tubig 🌊Apr 9, 2020BLACKYet 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, Logic 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 beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky 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 Logic with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Logic 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."
What is this from?
- Apr 9, 2020https://twitter.com/JColeNC/status/1188610581hayabusa
How can this BE!
- Apr 9, 2020·2 replies
Young Thug slammed his headphones down in frustration. The disconnect was more apparent than ever. J Cole eyed him nervously.
"Look I just th-" "I dont care what you think!" He lashed out "I need that 'Thugger Girl' sound Cole! You aint gave that to me."
"How do you expect..." But Thug wasn't listening. He was striding toward the door already seething. He slammed it behind him.
Cole turned to the mixing board with a sigh. He didn't know what Thug wanted. He began to think, when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Look man, Thug, I don't know what you expect fr-" Turning around suddenly Cole realized he wasn't looking at Young Thug. Instead it was the swollen faced, stocky frame of-
"Kanye." He whispered.
Kanye smiled. "You still got it Cole- don't worry. Remember those first few songs you sampled me in? Classics. But about that... I guess I'm calling in my favour."
With that, Kanye planted a soft kiss on Cole's shocked open mouth. Before Jermaine could begin to think about his actions he found himself kissing back, envelloped in Kanye's love. Ye threw him back over the mixing board, turned Cole around, then bent him over roughly.
"Ye!" He cried out "Be careful!"
Kanye grunted. "From the Chi..." He replied ripping off his Calabasas pants. "Like Tim... it's a harder way."
Apr 9, 2020·1 replyhttps://twitter.com/JColeNC/status/1188610581hayabusa
- BLACK ⛧Apr 9, 2020ovocrew
- Apr 9, 2020VOTE FOR KANYE
Young Thug slammed his headphones down in frustration. The disconnect was more apparent than ever. J Cole eyed him nervously.
"Look I just th-" "I dont care what you think!" He lashed out "I need that 'Thugger Girl' sound Cole! You aint gave that to me."
"How do you expect..." But Thug wasn't listening. He was striding toward the door already seething. He slammed it behind him.
Cole turned to the mixing board with a sigh. He didn't know what Thug wanted. He began to think, when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Look man, Thug, I don't know what you expect fr-" Turning around suddenly Cole realized he wasn't looking at Young Thug. Instead it was the swollen faced, stocky frame of-
"Kanye." He whispered.
Kanye smiled. "You still got it Cole- don't worry. Remember those first few songs you sampled me in? Classics. But about that... I guess I'm calling in my favour."
With that, Kanye planted a soft kiss on Cole's shocked open mouth. Before Jermaine could begin to think about his actions he found himself kissing back, envelloped in Kanye's love. Ye threw him back over the mixing board, turned Cole around, then bent him over roughly.
"Ye!" He cried out "Be careful!"
Kanye grunted. "From the Chi..." He replied ripping off his Calabasas pants. "Like Tim... it's a harder way."
lmfaoo yall dont even have to read everything, just read the bottom
- BLACK ⛧Apr 9, 2020VOTE FOR KANYE
Young Thug slammed his headphones down in frustration. The disconnect was more apparent than ever. J Cole eyed him nervously.
"Look I just th-" "I dont care what you think!" He lashed out "I need that 'Thugger Girl' sound Cole! You aint gave that to me."
"How do you expect..." But Thug wasn't listening. He was striding toward the door already seething. He slammed it behind him.
Cole turned to the mixing board with a sigh. He didn't know what Thug wanted. He began to think, when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Look man, Thug, I don't know what you expect fr-" Turning around suddenly Cole realized he wasn't looking at Young Thug. Instead it was the swollen faced, stocky frame of-
"Kanye." He whispered.
Kanye smiled. "You still got it Cole- don't worry. Remember those first few songs you sampled me in? Classics. But about that... I guess I'm calling in my favour."
With that, Kanye planted a soft kiss on Cole's shocked open mouth. Before Jermaine could begin to think about his actions he found himself kissing back, envelloped in Kanye's love. Ye threw him back over the mixing board, turned Cole around, then bent him over roughly.
"Ye!" He cried out "Be careful!"
Kanye grunted. "From the Chi..." He replied ripping off his Calabasas pants. "Like Tim... it's a harder way."
AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
- Apr 9, 2020·1 reply
Wtf did I just read
- Apr 9, 2020ovocrew
Wtf did I just read
- Apr 9, 2020·1 replyBLACK
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, Logic 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 beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky 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 Logic with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Logic 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."
Y’all made a Cole version of this
- BLACK ⛧Apr 9, 2020·1 replyovocrew
Y’all made a Cole version of this
you peep the almond milk bit?
- Apr 9, 2020BLACK
you peep the almond milk bit?
F*** 😭😭