Electric Wire Hustler Flower - Featuring Sonny Of P.O.D. lyrics

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Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower

Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
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 fulfilled 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 [unverified], ho nigga respect the game
I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
And Islam, masters and shakras[unverified] 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

Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
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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 design 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
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower

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'

Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower

Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower
Electric, wire, hustle, flower