Flowing Pains
FLOWING PAINS
(D.ValentS, D. Franks)
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You can tell by my actions
When I get flowing pains
My mood starts to swing
The ink is leaving stains
Bleeding out the bars
Concepts start to gush
Thoughts racing
My mind starts to rush
Intoxicated lush
Like I been swigging blush
Face all red
It's like I'm half dead
Hartbeat slows
Till I get em off my head
My whole existence
Hangin by a thread
My vitals improve
A period of peace
Til another track
Is ready for release
At times I can't sleep
It keeps me awake
Suffer from insomnia
How much more can I take
Rhymes irregular
All I do is write
Nocturnal animal
No artificial light
Comes out best at night
Left right left right
For this honorable discharge
I should earn a stripe
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
The flow is light at first
Until I start to curse
Then the mad phat fluid
Soaking up the verse
Old school use a pad for support
The issues that I sort
Some subjects I abort
If they coming out as defects
On writers block I leave a spot
My raps just that hot
My stomachs in a knot
It thickens like a plot
Then my thoughts unclot
Call the ambulance
Somebody get swat
Damn this pain
Dangerous to my health
Chemical romance
Really feelin' myself
Maybe I'm imbalanced
Check the EQ
Clairvoyant when i'm in pain
I seek you
Euphoric when I get metaphoric
It's metaphysical
I just can't ignore it
No form of contraception
It's immaculate conception
And since you heard the best
You won't accept any exceptions
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
I hold the flow
Like the body holds it's water
Once a month
I experience lyrical slaughter
Bloody massacre
Mc's call it Flowing Pains
Cuz we rather get it off ours brains
Then get some brains
My eyes dilate like a cervix
It's coming from my cortex
So I refrain from sex
And like a prize fighter
I don't drink I don't smoke
But I bloat others full of shit
I'm filled with the illest shit
I ever wrote
That's why I bloat
I don't mean to gloat
But murder murder he wrote
Like the lunar cycle
One with full moons
I spit for the goons
And write these Looney Tunes
I need some Motrin or an instrumental
Can't settle they a mess from the menstrual
No seven days
I ain't sayin this some bitch shit
Just a way to describe
The pain of writing hit shit
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
(D.ValentS, D. Franks)
Rock
Rock
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
You can tell by my actions
When I get flowing pains
My mood starts to swing
The ink is leaving stains
Bleeding out the bars
Concepts start to gush
Thoughts racing
My mind starts to rush
Intoxicated lush
Like I been swigging blush
Face all red
It's like I'm half dead
Hartbeat slows
Till I get em off my head
My whole existence
Hangin by a thread
My vitals improve
A period of peace
Til another track
Is ready for release
At times I can't sleep
It keeps me awake
Suffer from insomnia
How much more can I take
Rhymes irregular
All I do is write
Nocturnal animal
No artificial light
Comes out best at night
Left right left right
For this honorable discharge
I should earn a stripe
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
The flow is light at first
Until I start to curse
Then the mad phat fluid
Soaking up the verse
Old school use a pad for support
The issues that I sort
Some subjects I abort
If they coming out as defects
On writers block I leave a spot
My raps just that hot
My stomachs in a knot
It thickens like a plot
Then my thoughts unclot
Call the ambulance
Somebody get swat
Damn this pain
Dangerous to my health
Chemical romance
Really feelin' myself
Maybe I'm imbalanced
Check the EQ
Clairvoyant when i'm in pain
I seek you
Euphoric when I get metaphoric
It's metaphysical
I just can't ignore it
No form of contraception
It's immaculate conception
And since you heard the best
You won't accept any exceptions
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
I hold the flow
Like the body holds it's water
Once a month
I experience lyrical slaughter
Bloody massacre
Mc's call it Flowing Pains
Cuz we rather get it off ours brains
Then get some brains
My eyes dilate like a cervix
It's coming from my cortex
So I refrain from sex
And like a prize fighter
I don't drink I don't smoke
But I bloat others full of shit
I'm filled with the illest shit
I ever wrote
That's why I bloat
I don't mean to gloat
But murder murder he wrote
Like the lunar cycle
One with full moons
I spit for the goons
And write these Looney Tunes
I need some Motrin or an instrumental
Can't settle they a mess from the menstrual
No seven days
I ain't sayin this some bitch shit
Just a way to describe
The pain of writing hit shit
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Streets disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
Giving mics menstrual cycles
Street's disciple
I rock beats that mega trifel
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Writer(s): Ahshon Ali Haykal, David Valenti
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