[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 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
  
   [Chorus] (x4)
   Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
  
   [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 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
  
   [Chorus] (x4)
   Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!
  
   [Common]
   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
  
   [Chorus] (x8)
   Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!