Tom Coyne - Electric Wire Hustler Flower lyrics

[Hook] Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! [Verse 1] 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 n***a, catch your brain It's fresh, but it is some stress and pain Got hoes? Ho n***a 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 b**h, to b**h you gonna die [Hook] [Verse 2] Mercury in retrograde I'm tryna get n***as in the ghetto paid While they watch p**nos and Escalades Away from floats and the dope in s** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 sh** to please n***as Now I write sh** to freeze n***as 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 [Hook]