Electric Wire Hustler Flower

[Intro: Sonny Sondoval & Common]

Ahhhhhhh! (yeah)

[Hook: Common & Sonny Sondoval]

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!

[Verse 1: 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 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 throwed nigga, catch your brain

It's fresh, but it is some stress in fame

Got hoes? Ho nigga, respect the game

I talked to cab drivers about the fast lane

And Islam, mastering chakras and beyond

Think about the hustle and somehow I see by

Wrote a letter to the concrete, P.S. we strong

You was at your hardest when you didn't even try

Live like a bitch, then bitch, you gon' die

[Hook: Common & Sonny Sondoval]

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

[Verse 2: Common]

Mercury in retrograde

I'm tryna 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 tryna find if it's me

Or voices from the master they designed to be free

Same revolt, can't be found on TV

Or radi-adio, 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: Common & Sonny Sondoval]

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

[Verse 3: Common]

Out of body experience, hard to explain

Like the pyramids and gods, I remain

I know pain, like Kurt Cobain

Or A.I. playin, hurt the whole game

Digging 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 spiked out

I sit alone in the room with the lights out screaming

[Hook: Common & Sonny Sondoval]

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!