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