[00:29.80]Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x8)
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[01:08.80]Blood and magic dripping from me
[01:10.76]True thugs and addicts I grip an entry
[01:13.27]Enter this game with tricks and envy
[01:15.62]I forget game to remain an MC
[01:18.26]Rooms in this mind that's still empty
[01:20.58]Only fufilled through prophecy
[01:23.04]You stoppin me, you see I'm tryna catch this plane
[01:25.52]You must be slow nigga, catch your brain
[01:27.84]It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain
[01:30.25]Got hoes? Ho nigga respect the game
[01:32.89]I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane
[01:35.24]And Islam, masters and chakras and beyond
[01:38.16]Think about the hustle and somehow I see by
[01:40.12]But what led it to the concrete, PS we strong
[01:42.53]You was at your hardest when you didn't even try
[01:45.27]Live like a bitch, to bitch you gonna die
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[01:47.91]Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x4)
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[02:07.71]Mercury in retrograde
[02:09.43]I'm tryna get niggas in the ghetto paid
[02:11.89]While they watch pornos and Escalades
[02:14.11]Away from floats and the dope in sex parades
[02:16.80]Somebody screamin in my mind, I'm tryna find if it's me
[02:19.25]Or voices from the master, they desgin to be free
[02:21.79]Same revolt, can't be found on TV
[02:24.14]Or radio, it's livin in me
[02:26.65]Hey lady, that smoke is bothering me
[02:29.05]If I put it in your eye, ashes you would cry
[02:31.74]All this rap talk is blowing my high
[02:34.07]I just came to chill and build with my guy
[02:36.63]I try to walk but I stumble off the humble path
[02:38.95]This story of a pimp stick that became a staff
[02:41.56]You got it, you gotta know where to aim the Mag
[02:44.04]Art and opinions are made to clash
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[02:46.68]Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x4)
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[03:15.34]Out of body hard to explain
[03:18.32]Like the pyramids and gods I remain
[03:20.62]I know pain, like Kurt Cobain
[03:23.04]Or A.I. playin hurt the whole game
[03:25.68]Dig it to the Earth's brain for worst gain
[03:27.88]Focused like young blood on his first chain
[03:30.39]I used to write shit to please niggas
[03:33.05]Now I write shit to freeze niggas
[03:35.61]Whether iced out, or American Pie sliced out
[03:37.96]I sit in the room with the lights out
[03:40.08]Whether diced out, or with their hair spliced out
[03:42.58]I sit alone in the room with the lights out screamin
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[03:45.64]Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! (x8)