Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. 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 weed smoke 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, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake 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 Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." 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, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake 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."

OG POST:

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ktt in the near future will be shut down, and i cant bet on an archive so I am archiving this gem here

While I believe we must never discuss the demonic happenings of that night, it’s important this live on in people’s awareness. These things are real, possessions do happen.

God bless.

Classic lmfaoooo

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Underrated era

Blassic thread

classic

front page on the new classic thread, this spot is not for sale.

good times

And the story lives on

Classic

Yes lmao I was waiting for this to pop back up even though i’m a month late seeing it just now

classic

Make the pnd beleee dat thread

Paul pierce in memento

Call up landlord

Man OG KTT really just a spam board now

Was this written in 2015 or later

Sept 25, 2015 @ 2:40am

allegedly theres an active d*** market on there bc its completely unmoderated

KTT Silk Road

no literally

ChatGPT prompt: "write a short story about the vibes in the studio when Drake recorded the outro on Diamonds Dancing"

Result:
In a dimly lit studio nestled within the heart of Toronto, the air crackled with anticipation. It was a momentous occasion, for Drake, the prolific rapper, was about to record the outro for his highly anticipated album. The track, "Diamonds Dancing," had already captured the hearts of millions, and this final touch would undoubtedly elevate it to legendary status.

As the clock struck midnight, Drake stepped into the booth, a cascade of emotions visible in his eyes. The room buzzed with an electric energy, a mix of reverence and excitement. His producer, Noah "40" Shebib, adjusted the sound levels meticulously, ensuring every beat and note would resonate with perfection.

Drake took a deep breath, allowing the melody to seep into his soul. The hauntingly beautiful instrumental reverberated through his bones, as if carrying the weight of his introspection. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the rhythm, letting it guide his words.

His voice, a blend of vulnerability and confidence, filled the studio. With each lyric, he painted vivid pictures of his journey—the triumphs and heartaches, the fame and isolation. His words were the unfiltered expression of his soul, laid bare for the world to see.

In the control room, the atmosphere became hushed as everyone tuned into Drake's every word. The sound engineer leaned in closer, captivated by the essence of the artist before him. The music swirled around them, creating an ethereal space where time seemed to stand still.

As the verses unfolded, Drake's voice carried a weight that resonated deep within the hearts of all who listened. Each line dripped with raw emotion, intertwining his personal experiences with universal truths. The vulnerability in his delivery was both intoxicating and empowering, a testament to his artistry.

The studio walls seemed to absorb his words, amplifying their impact. They absorbed the fears, the doubts, and the countless hours spent honing his craft. The walls whispered their secrets back to him, reminding him of his purpose—to connect, inspire, and transcend.

With each passing moment, the room swelled with emotion. A collective understanding filled the air, an unspoken recognition that something extraordinary was taking shape. Drake's voice became a conduit for shared experiences, uniting hearts across time and space.

As the final notes of the outro lingered, the studio erupted in applause. The sound engineers, producers, and fellow artists joined together, overwhelmed by the magnitude of what they had just witnessed. It was a defining moment, a testament to the power of music and the soul that had poured itself into every word.

Drake emerged from the booth, his face adorned with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. The weight of the outro had been lifted from his shoulders, leaving behind an indelible mark on his artistic journey. The room, once filled with anticipation, now exuded a sense of awe and reverence.

In that Toronto studio, bathed in the afterglow of creative brilliance, the vibes pulsated with a newfound energy. The outro on "Diamonds Dancing" had captured the essence of Drake's spirit, forever etched in the hearts of those present and the countless souls who would come to embrace it. And as the studio lights dimmed, the music echoed through the corridors, a reminder that the artistry born that night would continue to touch lives and resonate with generations to come.

i ain't reading that s\*\*\* either