Electric Wire Hustler Flower Lyrics - Electric Circus - Common

Yo! 

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! 

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 

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Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! 

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 

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Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! 

Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain 

I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or A.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 

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!