Concept Residue - Vein Flow lyrics

[Hook] You can prolly tell that I ain't sane bro Look close you can see a vein glow Say something make ya big brain blow Proud hater, make ya feel the vain flow Pump pump, vein flow Pump pump, vein flow Pump pump, pump pump Pump, pump, vein flow [Verse 1] No competition It's a solo race Soul on a mission I'm a flow pro ace Cold composition Got a froyo taste Whole opposition Oughta show no grace Leaving no trace, gonna be a cold case Look on yo face, when I switch a slow pace Make ‘em go chase, my flow showcase Stoop to my level cause I'm bringing low ba** No new crew we the few who made it They spew goo and we grew to hate it We flew through all their voodoo jaded Got a new view like my queue updated Holy moly though Roly poly flow Rap he saves with the path he paves Only foe he know Lonely pro he throw Into the waves if he misbehaves Crazy catapilla coming outta cocoon Say he not a k**a but he k**ing the tune Maybe nothing illa but you wouldn't a**ume Spitting sick silk straight outta my loom So I won't coax the folks with hoax and jokes Flow ovadose, leave a hata comatose I hope for most, they so morose They hold the scopes, I know the ropes Provoke the bloaks and dupe the dopes Fly so I swoop the slopes Duck and dodge devils wanna scoop my notes Follow my flow, it's the route to hopes If you don't know, it's the truth on snopes [Hook] [Verse 2] My pen's ink, it's a kin to a rain drop Kinda make ya blink, when it sink into a tank top Rub it in the sink, make it shrink ‘till the stain stop Push ya to the brink, make ya think ‘till ya brain pop Assimilate me to yo schema of dope Mind full of bars like I'm dreaming of soap Got ya fiending to cope, stop being a mope Weak flow? I'm leaning to nope I'm a testy tenant with tenacity Tying down my own tent Here to stay, so fear the day When they'll owing me rent Knowing my scent, know what I meant Know that I'm here, making my dent Carve a block with no smock so I'm sure to rock a show Shock a pro soccer flow cause I kick it proper so oh The rap game's set up like Kilimanjaro And we all taking place in a race to the top Knock anotha rapper off, fill 'em with sorrow And see the grace in his face when he drop Everybody wanna get a boost in the ego Money, fans, a hot shot amigo But what about the feel, the real deal we know Working on ya sk**, and ya got left zero In the tank and ya headed to the bank To deposit a flow like a firm french franc Cause ya put it in the work, now you rising a rank Leveling up like upsizing a tank All of us artists oughta start to return To study the sk** before ya chart what you earn Heart of the art always been the part where you learn If you really don't, then ya dart to the urn [Hook]