Yo
Electric Wire Hustle Flower
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 fulfilled through prophecy
You stopping me you see I'm trying to catch this plane
You must be slow ni**a catch your brain
It's fresh but it is some stress and pain
Got hos Ho ni**a 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 b**ch to b**ch you gonna die
Mercury and retrograde I'm trying to get n***as in the ghetto paid
While they watch pornos and Escalades away from floats and the d**e in s*x parades
Somebody screaming in my mind I'm trying to find if it's me
Or voices on the master they design to be free
Same revolt can't be found on TV or radio its living 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
Out of body hard to explain like the pyramids and gods I remain
I know pain like Kurt Cobain or ain't I playing 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 sht to please n***as
Now I write sht 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 screaming
