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The 🎀man i luv cheetahz🎀ㅤ of Tranquilizer-O7.
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KQT TRIBUNE — EDT. 4
Editor's notes: This paper is totally, totally regular. Trust. Disregard the fact that the timespan between this paper and the last was, like, a month. Other than that, we are very regular. On another note, it's genuinely nice to be back, writing the next edition of KQT Tribune. The past month's been highly hectic, a lot of trips to other countries and all. However, I'm finally back, and back to write some more. You all have missed quite a bit, I admit. Now, it's time for me to waste five hours of my life working on this.
Song Drop(s)
Editor's notes: If you've been monitoring my page (which I could bet like 10 bank you weren't), I've dropped two songs. Not one, two. One's the single that I promised to release if the last edition hit 7 upvotes - which, it did, thank you so much for that! 🧡 - and the other's a one-off I randomly worked on and dropped, because why not. The single's called
~one more cup (check, please)~, and of course, here's the lyrical analysis for Verse 3 of the song. Doing the whole thing would just be too long. pmo ts pain in the ass"here's what you asked for, sir and madam"
customers come and go, always thinking of her as random
man, they could never fathom her dreams that's long been shattered
instead of plates and cups, she's just a face, not a soul fractured
bastards go splatter dirt on her shirt, and that's the standard
abuse masked behind dissatisfaction, "customer's always right"
that's hiding the truth behind juice, attempt at distraction
young fools damaging youths, yeah, she wished she could slap 'em
alas, at some point, you gotta bring her ass back to reality
the cafe is truly draining, she's slowly losing sanity
brewing her humanity to a robot, widen that strident smile
surely one satisfied customer could make it all worthwhile
uh, nine in the morning to eleven in the night
it's tough, but it's alright, keep it together, keep it tight
momma and papa been waiting at home, money just nice
day by day, the clock's ticking, she's waiting for them to die
customers come and go, always thinking of her as random
man, they could never fathom her dreams that's long been shattered
instead of plates and cups, she's just a face, not a soul fractured
bastards go splatter dirt on her shirt, and that's the standard
abuse masked behind dissatisfaction, "customer's always right"
that's hiding the truth behind juice, attempt at distraction
young fools damaging youths, yeah, she wished she could slap 'em
alas, at some point, you gotta bring her ass back to reality
the cafe is truly draining, she's slowly losing sanity
brewing her humanity to a robot, widen that strident smile
surely one satisfied customer could make it all worthwhile
uh, nine in the morning to eleven in the night
it's tough, but it's alright, keep it together, keep it tight
momma and papa been waiting at home, money just nice
day by day, the clock's ticking, she's waiting for them to die
Editor's notes: Chat, I literally called it. I dropped, like, two hours just annotating the rhymes for the lyric. And also, yes, the verse may have a lot rhyming, but there's a deeper meaning to the bars! Check the
official song to see all the annotations for the meanings for the whole song! But genuinely, I'm really proud of the song. There's a much deeper narrative behind it, and I truly think I put my best foot forward regarding storytelling. Like, my best storytelling track so far, I love the track so much. Could be my magnum opus for storytelling, definitely.Oh, wait, the other song.
my dear seraphine, i saw you fall out of the sky
an angel in disguise, so undeniably fine
i guess you were meant to fall further though
cause where your halo glow? i don't see it anymore
like a bomber set it to blow out of spite with a c4
black mamba with the vodka, let it go with the grief, or
pope to hell, drama killin' me, i just wanna see you again
i thank the devil we ain't end off our own sh*t as friends
sank a level so we blended together, romantic trend
whatever happened to your past purity? who gives a f*ck
the pressure flattened your mind to just envy, greed and lust, trust
you was supposed to stay in the sky and watch over me
sh*t like a genderbend - you stole me just to get close to me
it strikes the embers, what's left of your past, hold your old beauty
dressed up your gashes, i miss when you were a god like i was, um
shared the crown, the devil hath seeped through thy mind, it bleeds through
he feeding thee evil, no peace dwelleth in thy cerebral
yet still you try, you strive to find life while broken and bound
trojans on ground, unwound so as to calm, sh*t's unspoken, aroused
an angel in disguise, so undeniably fine
i guess you were meant to fall further though
cause where your halo glow? i don't see it anymore
like a bomber set it to blow out of spite with a c4
black mamba with the vodka, let it go with the grief, or
pope to hell, drama killin' me, i just wanna see you again
i thank the devil we ain't end off our own sh*t as friends
sank a level so we blended together, romantic trend
whatever happened to your past purity? who gives a f*ck
the pressure flattened your mind to just envy, greed and lust, trust
you was supposed to stay in the sky and watch over me
sh*t like a genderbend - you stole me just to get close to me
it strikes the embers, what's left of your past, hold your old beauty
dressed up your gashes, i miss when you were a god like i was, um
shared the crown, the devil hath seeped through thy mind, it bleeds through
he feeding thee evil, no peace dwelleth in thy cerebral
yet still you try, you strive to find life while broken and bound
trojans on ground, unwound so as to calm, sh*t's unspoken, aroused
Editor's notes: Finally. That took me so long I went to sleep before I got to finish it and woke up the next day to complete it. It's 4 June now, yesterday was 3 June (thanks, Captain Obvious). But anyway, here's the analysis of Verse 1 of the second song I dropped, a one-off called
"my dear, seraphine". I have literally no right to drop this many holorimes. Out of 19 bars, 3 of them have 100% rhyming syllables, like the whole bar rhymes. That's ridiculous. What's more ridiculous is I didn't put much effort in it, I just wrote whatever. Then I spat it in ChatGPT's face, asked it to analyse it, and whatever it sputtered out I shoved it as annotations into the song. I did not expect for the verse to have so much rhyme. And I definitely did not expect such positive feedback for the song. People have been telling me in DMs that it's really deep and like super good. I genuinely don't get why people been praising it. I even mentioned in the song's description that 'i can write wayyyyy better than this crap'. Whatever, though, whatever works just works. But seriously, check the song out, if you think it's actually as good as the others say.Mixtape News
Editor's note: Alright, ~the ink that splotched~. Again, as shown in the first rhyme analysis, I've really made some good progress with the album. And also, we're finally revealing all the song titles. Yay.
1. ~if the pen starts spilling | ft. TBD~
2. ~hyperbolic chamber session 5~
3. ~three hundred lines~ (single)
4. ~too intricate for paper | ft. KingA~
5. ~spitbar 4 (sonneting scripture) | ft. DamonTheLyricist, NitsuaCXV, Addario, TBD, RYD, Day1, TBD~
6. ~it's always the same | ft. TBD~
7. ~i reflect | interlude~
8. ~one more cup (check, please)~
9. ~to be for real~
10. ~two meanings | ft. the rest of equilibrium (HarryTrevPev, Infinity888)~
11. ~a ridiculously long freewrite~ (single)
12. ~passionately precise | ft. precision~
13. ~slack | ft. Yung_Jack~
14. ~the ink always runs out~
15. ~refill, ft. TBD~ (bonus)
2. ~hyperbolic chamber session 5~
3. ~three hundred lines~ (single)
4. ~too intricate for paper | ft. KingA~
5. ~spitbar 4 (sonneting scripture) | ft. DamonTheLyricist, NitsuaCXV, Addario, TBD, RYD, Day1, TBD~
6. ~it's always the same | ft. TBD~
7. ~i reflect | interlude~
8. ~one more cup (check, please)~
9. ~to be for real~
10. ~two meanings | ft. the rest of equilibrium (HarryTrevPev, Infinity888)~
11. ~a ridiculously long freewrite~ (single)
12. ~passionately precise | ft. precision~
13. ~slack | ft. Yung_Jack~
14. ~the ink always runs out~
15. ~refill, ft. TBD~ (bonus)
Editor's note: I've changed what the highlights mean. Well, some of them. Green still means completed, though. Red now means like no lyrics written yet, which is the case for ~it's always the same~. I have a feature planned, I just haven't asked them to feature yet. Cyan means that I'm waiting on other people for their verses, which funnily enough, is a lot. That also means I've completed all the solo songs - well, except ~the ink always runs out~, of course. I'm probably going to leave that for the end. And finally, lilac means released. Funnily enough, the single wasn't released, it was a random song that wasn't even a single, and it just got released due to the upvote goal being reached and my singles nowhere being done. I'm probably going to do the same thing again, releasing ~hyperbolic chamber session 5~ if too much time passes without either of my singles being finished. Imagine that happens. The only songs that have progress but are not completed are the singles and the interlude, oddly enough.
Editor's note: And that's it. Check
both of these songs out, especially ~one more cup (check please)~, it's really worth your time reading. 'my dear, seraphine'? ...not so much, but you might as well, you know? GET THIS EDITION TO 10 UPVOTES AGAIN AND I'M DROPPING THE NEXT SINGLE RAHH 🔥🔥🔥 With not much else to say,Hold on, wait a minute. I just asked ChatGPT to go through 'my dear, seraphine' a bit deeper, and it managed to conclude that the whole song's a double entendre. I only intended it to be viewed from a Christian standpoint, but apparently now it means something entirely different if viewed from a non-Christian standpoint. Coindrop, if you reading this, hit me up ASAP. I'm 2/5 of the way to being just as good a writer as you, lolz. Now, truly without anything left to say,
Have a good day folks, K's heading out.
