1. |
Brock Wilson - Process
02:01
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I've been living outside, looking back at my mind
It ain't Bonnie and Clyde, I'm alone in my pride
The lion's share is all mine, if I don't make it I die
I've been biting my time, crying from my third eye
I've been living outside, looking back at my mind
It ain't Bonnie and Clyde, I'm alone in my pride
The lion's share is all mine, if I don't make it I die
I've been biting my time, crying from my third eye
Burning bridges and digits and leaving snitches in ditches
I'm tacking richess on richess and fucking picturesque bitches
They don't know bout these visions, they only say I'm ambitious
I've been living in these flows so you can call me amphibious
I'm going hard like obsidian, bleeding thoughts from oblivion
I'll use my voice as a weapon and spray my way to the podium
I'm writing verses on verses like it was codeine or opium
I think I'm liking these curses, cos I jotting these poems
Don't know much about yourself until you go through the process
Everything is theft and if you lie then you're honest
Beethoven was deaf but still outshined Amadeus
Nobody is left when you climb to the summit
So take it second by second and believe pain will breed profit
You don't know much about yourself until you go through the process
You keep on lying to yourself and start to think that you're honest
While I be swimming in my rage, cos it's the power I harness
The power I harness
Cos it the power I harness
Beethoven was deaf but still outshined Amadeus
Cos it's the power i harness
The power I harness
Swimming in my rage, it's the power I harness
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Néron
04:05
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Les mots que je chante sont les mots qui me hantent
Les maux qui me hantent sont la source de c'qui change
Les mots que je chante sont résultats de chance
Les maux qui me hantent sont les mots qui te tentent
Les mots que je chante sont les mots qui me hantent
Les maux qui me hantent sont la source de c'qui change
Les mots que je chante sont résultats de chance
Les maux qui me hantent sont les mots qui te tentent
Si chaque goutte de sang vaut son pesant d'or
Les doutes que j'ressens toutes les fois que je m'endors
They don't make sense mais j'y pense encore
I gotta be the best, mais j'ai ça dans le corps
Diamant sur le chest, pied de biche dans le char
I'm looking for a test, mais j'suis pas on par
Everytime I'm going in I go too hard
Just give me one moment when I'm feeling dark
My soul is trapped and this body's prison
My sole purpose was to see through the prism
I have eldritch dreams and visions
Unspeakable things make me listen
Hell is deep when down in addiction
I can't go back on my bad decisions
J'suis pas venu pour sauver la Terre mais la brûler
Par la gloire, par la guerre, par la fumée
Monde invertébré
Nom des vilains vénéré
Cendres, incinérer
Le temps coule du sablier
Du sang sur mon tablier
L'encre a tâché l'atelier
Ma conscience est abîmée
Un blackout mais j'suis habitué
J'aimerais voir brûler la ville comme Néron
Faire un million d'bucks
Le dépenser en trente secondes
J'aimerais voir brûler la ville comme Néron
Chanter dans les flammes
Le faucheur fait la moisson
Les mots que je chante sont les mots qui me hantent
Les maux qui me hantent sont la source de c'qui change
Les mots que je chante sont résultats de chance
Les maux qui me hantent sont les mots qui te tentent
Au son des trompettes les morts ressusciteront
Regard inquiet, portant attention aux sons
Son de la cloche, on parle du grand Néron
La ville en feu, le sang bouillant en cuisson
Ici pour descendre toute sorte d'ultime pouvoir
Les faire tomber du haut de leur tour d'ivoire
Les fausses promesses dans le vide, l'abus illusoire
Il est maintenant trop tard, toute la ville voit noir
A force de vouloir trop tout percevoir
La fin de votre vie arrivera ce soir
Pendu face à votre gigantesque manoir
Vous auriez du voir les côtés du rasoir
Ce soir mon âme quittera mon corps
Tout sacrifier pour mon ultime pièce d'art
Yaura pas juste moi qu'on retrouvera mort
J'espère qu'après les bourges se feront rare
Mon âme errante hanterons les lieux longtemps
Ma voix vous entendrez dans le sifflement du vent (brûlant)
Mon épopée brûlante traversera le temps
On décrira cet événement comme très important
Rome ne s'est peut être pas construit en 1 jour
Moi j'ai bien l'intention de le détruire pour toujours
Transformer la ville en un énorme four
Voila enfin un vrai geste de bravoure
Ce soir mon âme quittera mon corps
Tout sacrifier pour mon ultime pièce d'art
Y aura pas juste moi qu'on retrouvera mort
J'espère qu'après les bourges se feront rare
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3. |
Heaven
03:18
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I'm looking at your pictures on my phone, when I'm dying
Hoping that one day you'll see my face when i'm crying
For this time, I am stuck young and dumb but still trying
The key to heaven is in the drugs that i'm buying
The drugs that I'm buying
Drugs that I'm buying
For this time, I am stuck young and dumb but still trying
The key to heaven is in the drugs that i'm buying
The drugs that I'm buying
I'm looking at your pictures on my phone, when I'm dying
Hoping that one day you'll see my face when i'm crying
For this time, I am stuck young and dumb but still trying
The key to heaven is in the drugs that i'm buying
Memories keep fading, no matter what I seen
Russian roulette with a fully-loaded magazine
I be tied up by the neck to these amphetamine
Mission is sedating, nah you don't know what I mean
I'd like to share my pain, but I can't find the words
I be running out of seconds so I'mma get the thirds
If this life'sout of options, man you know this shit's absurd
If it doesn't stop on singing, I'mma have to kill that bird
Staring at the paper till the lines get blurred
Down another fifth, now the speech gets slurred
Dragged up in the verse, now the feel gets worse
If I could break this curse, I would be there first
Looking at your pictures on my phone, I'm dying
Hoping that one day you'll see my face, i'm crying
For this time, I am stuck young and dumb but still trying
The key to heaven is in the drugs that i'm buying
The drugs that I'm buying
Drugs that I'm buying
For this time, I am stuck young and dumb but still trying
The key to heaven is in the drugs that i'm buying
The drugs that I'm buying
The drugs that I buy
They don't want me to die
Make me feel a little fly
Filling my well I'm dry
My clock goes tok tik
My mind goes frantic
Im going st anger
Im some kind of monster
Since I'm always down
Imma leave this town
In this place I drown
In your face a frown
For the moment I'm all cap
There ain't no going back
I'm in it for the guap
Need to move on the map
The drugs that I buy
They don't want me to die
Make me feel a little fly
Filling my well I'm dry
My clock goes tok tik
My mind goes frantic
Im going st anger
Im some kind of monster
Since I'm always down
Imma leave this town
In this place I drown
In your face a frown
For the moment I'm all cap
There ain't no going back
I'm in it for the guap
Need to move on the map
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4. |
Vibe Check
03:30
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Yelling dumb shit like it's a mic check
Get it off my mind, I need a vibe check
Murder these beats leave a fine wreck
I'm writing these bars on my paycheck
Look in my eyes, I don't want less
You tell me these lies like I'm mindless
I'm wearing my pride on a headdress
I'm chained to this world by the necklace
Lucifer sent me his address
Passing right by gave me madness
Hit you with cyanide sadness
Cannibals masked by the kindness
Still hear the voice say I ain't the one
Got these visions of myself with the gun
Running out of words, drying out in the sun
How can I have dreams if I remember none?
Staying in my lane since it all begun
Suspense aint the same when you're on the run
I'm scared to admit that I might become
The one thing I swore that I won't succumb
Mess with the toxins, no serotonin
2 oxycontins at 2 in the morning
Trapped in the thrill often feeling obnoxious
She called me daddy, I called her adoption
Organs are rotten, grass in the pockets
My head be bobbin, eyes out the sockets
Knowing the process, pain into profits
Empty the wallet, they call me a prophet
When all the benefit I get is fringe progress
And suffering everytime that I confess
The pen turns in a knife, ink is what I bleed
I gave it my life, now give me what I need
Give me what I need
Give my life now give me what I need
Smoking this blunt so my mind is freed
See me in the front, blazing all this weed
Find me on the hunt, all these demons that I feed
Making up false fiction the downfall
Wont make up lies in hopes for one call
Stoned in couch, the only time I ball
In my bed, late night alone I crawl
alone around these 4 walls
waking up with no text no calls
Consequence for being stuck in deep way too long
Pain makes money and i just want mine gone
Faked me out, now she call my bluff
No way out, i'm stuck in the rough
Strong poker pace, 2 sided face
it's my life now I know you're not amazed
After all I guess I don't have no choice
This game ain't leaving you with no voice
Unless you already on top you can't be real
Unless its pain, no one cares how you feel
is any of this real, i'm only tryna heal
By writing down, seal what I truly feel
I really wish all of this was a drill
So I could try and get rid of all of my bills
Lucifer called me for this banger
Said me and Wilson get together,
Trust myself, Satan behind the wheel
Feeding sounds to Brock se he can feel
Said if we passed the vibe check, we might be on to the sunset
Don't worry about no check (yeah)
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5. |
Snitch
02:43
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I ain't
Having it
Leaving it
Hating it
Living it
Hop to the next one
know its gonna be lit
If you want i can turn the switch to be it
Im not your usual one, deemed unfit
You don't want no heat, I aint the one bringing it
If you looking for beef, dont look around I aint having it
Waves coming at me
Not dialed in
Pain loves misery
All I can see
Dialed to fm
Its 6 am
Mind goes ham
Fried on the pan
Im not the man
Shit to the fan
Down your lifespan
That's the game plan
Dig in a trench
Thirst is quenched
Under the bench
Found with your stench
Rotten corpse found in a ditch
Right course of action for a snitch
Burn you on the open like a witch
Stop acting out you little bitch
I ain't having it
Watching you hate is a compliment
You left the spot and I'm filling it
Killing it
Spin it so hard that i'm drilling it
Feeling it
So many bars that the felons are fearing it
Fucking your bitch is getting so repetitive
I don't know much, but I know you are hearing it
Filling these cups let my death be the heritage
(Death be the heritage!)
Lost in my mind, chasing my tail
Counting my time, no soul to sell
Don't know what I'll find, but I know what you said
Too tired to try with somebody else
Don't know what I'll find, but I know what you said
Too tired to try with somebody else
Don't know what I'll find, but I know what you said
I know what you said
Confused to my bones
Deep in my mind it roam
Now who's on the phone
Id rather be alone
The drugs that I buy
Still dont want me to die
Only passing by
Im too fucking high
High key i dont wanna be
Low key i still wanna see
The key to heaven's within me
I cant see why they wont let me be
Cursed to my core
Nothing I can ignore
Wanna know more
You gotta look into the lore
I don't know much, but I know you are hearing it
Filling these cups let my death be my heritage
I don't know much, but I know you are hearing it
Filling these cups let my death be the heritage
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6. |
Ex Nihilo
04:21
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Ex nihilo
Get it by the ounce or the kilo
Anything to get me to that dough
Really can't compare me to no one
Napoleon might be the only one
Falling into trap, dead because of the snow
Can't get outta trap, money movin too slow
Can't save any, it all goes in blow
Type of situation I really need to go
3 steps to your door
Now you banging on the floor
2 blade I invade
Imma put you in your grave
1 life
Can't keep living in fear and strife
No chance
Too late now you seen my death glance
No i don't make no friends
I don't follow new trends
I never drove a Benz
Not the one to make amends
Don't you get fooled
I don't think i am cool
I probably am just a tool
Who's tired of following rules
9 to 5
Is a knife to life
Goodbye kiss to bliss
I'm not here to miss
I don't really know what to say
I don't even want to go away
My sky is filled with clouds that feel grey
Need to make my own way one day
Same shit different day
There ain't no other way
Please let me smoke and lay
The only thing that makes me ok
Same shit different day
There ain't no other way
Please let me smoke and lay
The only thing that makes me ok
Same shit different day
There ain't no other way
Please let me smoke and lay
MAKE ME OK
No one's home
Don't call my phone
Leave me alone
I like it in my zone
No one's home
Don't call my phone
Leave me alone
I like it in my zone
Fake fucking friends
Can't make no ends
I'm on my grind
See me when I shine
Fake fucking friends
Can't make no ends
I'm on my grind
See me when I shine
Time is money, mais j'sais pas comment l'dépenser
Voices in my head, j'sais pas comment les venger
One for the junkie, j'vais jamais dénoncer
Hanging by a thread, mais j'ai pas l'temps d'y penser
Time is money, mais j'sais pas comment l'dépenser
Voices in my head, j'sais pas comment les venger
One for the junkie, j'vais jamais dénoncer
Hanging by a thread, mais j'ai pas l'temps d'y penser
Hanging by a thread, mais j'ai pas le temps d'y penser
Dying in my bed, mais demain j'vais recommencer
I'm trynna meet your God, c'est sur mon échéancier
Swimming in these drugs, j'ai pas l'temps de nuancer
Nada, solo, ex nihilo
Vautours sont si fiers, flip moula par le kilo
Rien n'est dans la pierre, Tupac, Donatello
Paroles dans les airs et des millions sur des bibelots
Combien on peut compter de divas sur les divans
Pas partisan, c'est captivant, mais soi-disant contredisant
Quand tu revois ces médisants qui reviennent, récidivant
De la malice dans leurs plans et plus de sang dans l'artisan
La plume perd son poids after you bear the pain
Le prêtre perd la foi after he wears the chain
Sang sur les doigts and I can't wash the stain
Seul sur la croix, yet nothing feels the same
Time is money mais j'sais pas comment l'dépenser
Voices in my head, j'sais pas comment les venger
One for the junkie, j'vais jamais dénoncer
Hanging by a thread, mais j'ai pas l'temps d'y penser
Hanging by a thread, mais j'ai pas l'temps d'y penser
All I see is red, Amsterdam ou le danger
Thousand words I've said, c'était pas pour être encensé
Une question de garder le cap, keeping my mind en santé
No way que la beast inside va me manger
Squelettes dans le placard, là j'sais plus où les ranger
Voices in my mind, j'sais pas comment les venger
No way que la beast inside va me manger
Middle of the maze, je m'sens comme un minotaure
Poisoning my brain, mon cerveau se décolore
Setting all ablaze, mélancolie inodore
I'm tied up to the chain, mais la plainte est insonore
Snow's falling down on hundred dollar bills
No slowing down we do it for the thrill
Snow's falling down on hundred dollar bills
No slowing down we do it for the thrill
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Brock Wilson Sherbrooke, Québec
Post-rap,
Cloud vibe,
Oft times emo
MTL Southshore
@brockwilsonrecords on instagram
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