Electric Wire Hustle Flower-Common

Electric Wire Hustle Flower - Common [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 fulfilled through prophecy You stopping me, you see I'm trying to catch this plane You must be slow ni**a, catch your brain It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain Got hos?, Ho ni**a 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 b**ch, to b**ch you gonna die [Chorus: x4] [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 d**e in sex parades Somebody screaming in my mind, I'm trying to find if it's me Or voices on the master, they design to be free Same revolt, can't be found on TV, or radio, its living 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 opinions are made to clash [Chorus: x4] [Common] Out of body hard to explain, like the pyramids and gods I remain I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or ain't I playing 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 sh*t to please niggas Now I write sh*t 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 screaming [Chorus: x8]