Browse by artist: 
# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U W X Y Z

Britney Spears - Toxic
Black Eyed Peas - Let's Get Retarded
Frank Sinatra - Come Fly With Me
Paulina Rubio - Marcos Lluna - Un Beso De Adiós
H.I.M. - Don't Close Your Heart
Baby Bash - Menage A Trois
H.I.M. - Salt In Our Wounds
Matchbox 20 - Busted
Matchbox 20 - Damn
Hanson - Bridges Of Stone


In search field below type the name of album, song and/or artist, specific words from the song. Check appropriate boxes.
 
artist, album, title

lyric text
 
scattered words
phrase

Home Bookmark us Contact us


Electric Wire Hustler Flower Lyric

CommonMore lyric by Common
ELECTRIC CIRCUSDownload MIDI polyphonic ringtones of Common



[Common]
Yo!

[Chorus (x8)]
Electric! Wire! Hustle!
Flower!

[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 emcee
Rooms in this mind that's still empty, only fufilled
through prophecy
You stoppin me, you see I'm tryin to catch this plane
You
must be slow nigga, catch your brain
It's fresh, but it is some stress and
pain
Got hos?, Ho nigga 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 bitch,
to bitch you gonna die

[Chorus (x4)]
Electric! Wire! Hustle!
Flower!

[Common]
Mercury and retrograde, I'm trying to 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 tryin to
find if it's me
Or voices on the master, they desgin to be free
Same
revolt, can't be found on TV, or radio, its 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
oppinions are made to clash

[Chorus (x4)]
Electric! Wire!
Hustle! Flower!

[Common]
Out of body hard to explain, like the
pyramids and gods I remain
I know pain, like Kurt Cobain, or ain't 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 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 spliced out
I sit alone in the room with the lights out
screamin

[Chorus (x8)]
Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower!

 


Lyric Photo galleries Midi songs Discography Ringtones
Guitar tabs

Copyright (C) 2004 Softpicks Network.     Privacy Policy :: Terms of use

Lyrics contained within lyricplaza.com subject to US Copyright Laws and are the property of their respective authors, artists and labels.
Commercial use prohibited. songlyrics.com is a not-for-profit organization. All advertising proceeds are used to maintain its servers.