[Common]
Yo!
[Chorus] (x8)
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
[Common]
Blood and magic dripping from me
True thugs and addicts I grip an entry
Enter this game with tricks and envy
I forget game to remain an emcee
Rooms in this mind that`s still empty, only fufilled through prophecy
You stoppin me, you see I`m tryin to catch this plane
You must be slow nigga, catch your brain
It`s fresh, but it is some stress and pain
Got hos?, Ho nigga respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras? and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But what led it to the concrete, BS be strong
You was at your hardest when you didn`t even try
Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die
[Chorus] (x4)
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
[Common]
Mercury and retrograde, I`m trying to get niggas in the ghetto paid
While they watch pornos and Escalades, away from floats and the dope in sex parades
Somebody screamin in my mind, I`m tryin to find if it`s me
Or voices on the master, they desgin to be free
Same revolt, can`t be found on TV, or radio, its livin in me
Hey lady, that smoke is bothering me
If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry
All this rap talk is blowing my high
I just came to chill and build with my guy
I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path
This story of a pimp stick that became a staff
You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag
Art and oppinions are made to clash
[Chorus] (x4)
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
[Common]
Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain
I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or ain`t I playin hurt the whole game
Dig it to the Earth`s brain for worst gain
Focused like young blood on his first chain
I used to write shit to please niggas
Now I write shit to freeze niggas
Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out
I sit in the room with the lights out
Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out
I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin
[Chorus] (x8)
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
