Oct 2, 2024·1 reply
CRACKASTEPPAVEGANI believe there may be a misunderstanding. Kanye West, the artist often associated with the "Donda" era, has continued to release music after that album.
If you're referring to someone specific who stopped listening to music after "Donda," I'd be happy to provide more information. Please let me know if you have any other details.
Would you like to discuss Kanye West's music or another artist?
- Oct 2, 2024PLO nightingale
https://ktt2.com/you-must-have-the-same-attitude-that-christ-jesus-had-32540539
Powerful
Oct 2, 2024
weneedabigmanbeef thread was the final renaissance
It’s the peak of ktt2
Everything else is downhill- Oct 2, 2024
slime wrldbig brother itt
Point em out
Oct 2, 2024·1 replywhy do these funny posters get banned
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024·1 replyThey all crashed out during beef era from the drop of push ups up to the music video of nlu
Oct 2, 2024·editedi do miss the classics smh everyone too sensitive nowadays on Ktt mfs be proofreading they posts in fear of being cyber bullied
S*** damn near Reddit nowadays mfs nerding out over hip hop music like a bunch of feds being all punctual and s***
- Oct 2, 2024lacriminal
why do these funny posters get banned
So many lost legends
- Oct 2, 2024
jynthniggas used to get their avis quoted for 8 pages straight
- Oct 2, 2024Water Giver
They all crashed out during beef era from the drop of push ups up to the music video of nlu
That thread is the peak of KTT2
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024
REALTAALKMYNIGGAYet 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 * 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."
Oct 17, 2024REALTAALKMYNIGGAYet 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 * 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."
classic copy. was there for this one.
- Oct 17, 2024
you need to be on late at night
Oct 17, 2024REALTAALKMYNIGGAYet 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 * 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."
The engineer's fingers hovered over the playback button, almost hesitant. The stillness in the room was palpable, like the air was weighed down with the intensity of the moment. Eyes darted between Drake and Future, each person aware that something significant was happening, yet none fully understanding what it was. The faint hum of equipment was the only sound that cut through the suffocating quiet.
"Play it back," Drake repeated, his voice calm but firm, like the quiet rumble of a distant storm. The engineer blinked, snapped from his daze, and complied, the outro filling the room once more. But this time, it wasn't just the music. The words Drake had just laid down carried a rawness that made the space feel smaller, like the walls were closing in.
Future, seated now on the plush leather couch, slowly leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his face an unreadable mask of cool detachment. But even he couldn't ignore the power in the room. Drake's voice came through the monitors like a haunting confession, each line reverberating like a hammer on glass. The air was heavy, like a storm was about to break, and everyone felt it.
The final lines hung in the air as the track wound down. Drake, still in his shadowed corner, hadn’t moved. His eyes were locked on the floor, his mind somewhere far beyond the room. Future finally spoke, his deep voice breaking through the tension like a knife.
“That’s it,” he said, almost under his breath. Then louder, “That’s the one.”
The room erupted into low murmurs, people exchanging glances, unsure whether to celebrate or stay quiet in the lingering mood. But Drake didn’t acknowledge the chatter. He turned, his silhouette a ghost in the dim light, and without a word, slipped out of the studio door, leaving the warm haze of weed smoke and candlelight behind him.
The door closed with a soft click, and the mood shifted. The tension lingered, but it wasn’t the same without him there. Future stood up, adjusting his watch, and stretched his neck, like the weight of the evening was finally catching up to him. He gave a nod to the engineer. “Clean that up,” he said, his voice back to its usual laid-back tone, though there was an edge to it. “We got more to do.”
People started moving again, shuffling, lighting fresh joints, pouring drinks, but there was a ghost in the room now. Drake’s words lingered like a cold breeze, reminding everyone that not all wounds heal cleanly.
As the music began to flow again, the studio returned to its familiar rhythm, but the moment had already cemented itself. Something had shifted that night, and everyone knew it. Future and Drake had just made history, but the feeling that remained wasn’t triumphant—it was heavy, like something had been lost in the process.
Outside, the city hummed on, unaware of the shadows that had just danced in that room.
Oct 17, 2024they’re all about dominicans now
Oct 17, 2024
Oct 17, 2024
RealRagermods took this s*** too seriously fr
mods cant get managers irl so they get to over manage and go
berzerkimccrazy type s*** lmfao- Nov 16, 2024
told this b**** no, now she wanna have kids wit me