Electric Wire Hustler Flower

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