Lyrical Breakdown of Electric Wire Hustle Flower - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Electric Wire Hustle Flower" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Electric Wire Hustle Flower" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Common employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Common's narrative.

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Ahhhhhhh! (yeah) 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! 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 Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! 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 Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! Electric! Wire! Hustle! Flower! 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 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!