Electric Wire Hustle Flower (Album Version)歌词
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x8)
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 MC
Rooms in this mind that's still empty
Only fufilled through prophecy
You stoppin me, you see I'm tryna catch this plane
You must be slow *****, catch your brain
It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain
Got hoes? Ho ***** respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and chakras and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But what led it to the concrete, PS we strong
You was at your hardest when you didn't even try
Live like a *****, to ***** you gonna die
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x4)
Mercury in retrograde
I'm tryna get *****s in the ghetto paid
While they watch pornos and Escalades
Away from floats and the **** in *** parades
Somebody screamin in my mind, I'm tryna find if it's me
Or voices from the master, they desgin to be free
Same revolt, can't be found on TV
Or radio, it's 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 opinions are made to clash
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x4)
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 *****t to please *****s
Now I write *****t to freeze *****s
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! (x8)
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 MC
Rooms in this mind that's still empty
Only fufilled through prophecy
You stoppin me, you see I'm tryna catch this plane
You must be slow *****, catch your brain
It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain
Got hoes? Ho ***** respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and chakras and beyond
Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
But what led it to the concrete, PS we strong
You was at your hardest when you didn't even try
Live like a *****, to ***** you gonna die
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x4)
Mercury in retrograde
I'm tryna get *****s in the ghetto paid
While they watch pornos and Escalades
Away from floats and the **** in *** parades
Somebody screamin in my mind, I'm tryna find if it's me
Or voices from the master, they desgin to be free
Same revolt, can't be found on TV
Or radio, it's 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 opinions are made to clash
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x4)
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 *****t to please *****s
Now I write *****t to freeze *****s
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! (x8)
