BROCKHAMPTON

Verse: Gravitate to the conscious shit, gotta let it out so my heart don't skip The bars are just monstrous, kinda like Frankenstein's monster, I'm gonna stitch The art with hits and then spit it on a mix "It's alive" said the engineer honouring The smarts, the wit, the hardship I brought with it The writing is cathartic for artists Wondering where the next project is? I promise I'm not prolonging it I've spent less time than I thought I did, I mean, go listen back to my document Never could've predicted the run l'd have after the second album just dropped on them A couple singles, that's an understatement, I flooded Spotify, the tsunami hit All the while drafting a larger script, I kept 'em all distracted with carts and flips Meanwhile I have kept in the back with guitars and clicks, planning out all the bars I'll hit While they're planning out all the bars they'll hit tonight, get the liquor, light spliffs, it's Kryptonite Can't just sit and write, it's hard tryna teach an old dog new tricks when Alzheimer's hits But I can't lie, I'm fond of it, I like the taste of an alcoholic drink But not when it gets to the toxic shit, the tossing shit, when fist meets wall and shit I think that's where the real problem is, gotta be mature enough to stop and think Pour that shot, go toss it in the garden cause it'll probably end up there regardless I was at a party with my partner, she wanna dip to bed but I'm lost in it She said, "meet me there after another drink", I had a lot of drinks She wakes up to me previewing ONE OF A KIND to an audience and it was like 6 months before it hit I poured a fifth, blacked out, had to be dragged to the car again I felt like taking myself to Anonymous cause that wasn't me And I know I'm responsible for it but my mind won't let me come up for oxygen There's times I wanna quit cause it can't be good for the body it's destroying it My whole mantra is a healthy life and this is the opposite I guess we all have vices, some have a stronger grip, I wanna instill habits in my brain Cause I see all the goals and I wanna learn to conquer them, but that's where it all started I heard a bar from Em and wanted to learn how to harness them I taught myself how to be a wordsmith with the beat banging on my chest, he always had a little King Kong in him I had to learn how to flaunt it then, no good sitting in the room pondering Gotta get up on the mic, record it then, go drop it, let the people bop to it Don't be dark and ominous, l used to hide and gatekeep all the bars "No, I'm not dropping them because they're not good enough yet for all my fans" I learnt I ain't got no fans, just all my friends, I learnt dropping them Is how you distinguish which songs are like dropping gems and which ones should've dropped in the garbage can Failure is a part of this, you need to understand that it's all a risk But think about how you'd live with yourself knowing that you never tried with this and if you called it quits Stack hits on top of hits until | stack chips on top of chips Come put some respect on the kid, the GOAT in this, the God of the manuscript A prodigy with adjectives and consonants, I'm lapping these subordinates, it's obvious Hip Hop gave me way more confidence than blue checks or a dollar did Let's hit the garage and dip, head to the store, go cop a fit For the video, gotta look smart and spiff, my wardrobe's looking monotonous and boring Like when marketing a story cause right now the climate is the stories All the reels and bio links are surely getting tiresome and hard to keep recording But I gotta keep on scoring. I'm Iguodala with the balling Atomic bombs I drop on songs, I'm Oppenheimer in the '40's I found interest in the raps and I polished it, all competition I just abolish them Eat them on a track like Dahmer did Now opposition, I don't see nun, like Valak from Conjuring They don't write in a diary, they're dyslexic, they're lactose intolerant They take the vowels and swap the shit while I break these nouns in composites I switched up the comic strips into a musical like Joaquin and Gaga did Til' I'm taking bows, I ain't stopping, bitch