Jay Electronica - Flux Capacitor

[Chorus: JAY-Z]
To my uptown posse, (Yeah) to my uptown posse (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard?)
To my BK posse, (Yeah) to my BK posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard?)
To my 3rd Ward posse, (Yeah) to my 3rd Ward posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard?)

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
Yeah, you know I'm full time trippin',
The crib look like Zaha Hadid did it, nah, he different,
Hov here to deliver you like Moses, so it's
Indisputable fact, we the chosen,
Throwin' Roc Nation brunches, that's a feast for
Non-believers, I created my own Easter,
Evidence for your reverence,
Why would I not have a watch like a Saudi prince?
It unfoils,
The slave that shook hands and humbled the duke of oil,
The spook that spoke sterling silver and pearls twirled, tumbled out my nappy coils,
Visions of sugar plums for all the boys and girls.
Why would I sell out? I'm already rich, don't make no sense,
Got more money than Goodell, a whole NFL bench,
Did it one-handed like Odell handcuffed to a jail,
I would've stayed on the sidelines if they could've tackled the shit themselves.
You backstabbers gon' turn me back to the old Jay,
He's not who you wanna see, he's not as sweet as the old Ye,
When I die, please, don't tweet about my death, (Death)
Tryna get mentions, bringin' attention to yourself, (To ya)
Please, don't post some pic from in the club (Club)
With some quote you stole like we was tighter than what we was (Uh)
Tryna get likes from my love,
If you can't go by the crib and give my mama a hug.

[Chorus: JAY-Z & Jay Electronica]
To my uptown posse, (Yeah) to my uptown posse (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard?)
To my BK posse, (Yeah) to my BK posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard?)
To my 3rd Ward posse, (Yeah) to my 3rd Ward posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard?)
Tell that Magnolia posse, (Yeah) tell that Magnolia posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard? Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]
I send duas up from the belly of the dunya, (Subhanallah)
Duas up for my umi and the ummah, (Subhanallah)
Duas up for the honorable Louis Farrakhan
Who pulled me out the grave and pointed me towards the sunnah. (Mash'Allah)
Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha!
You never thought we'd make it to Lā 'ilāha 'illā Allah.
It's the day of the judgment, fulfillment of the covenant,
These universal truths remain self-evident.
R-O-C stand strong like Sphinx do, (Uh)
Now who wan' come test the champion sound?
Limb by limb, we all gon' cut 'em down,
Send for the hacksaw, take out the tongue.
Tell that Parkway posse, tell that Parkway posse,
Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat!
From the Mag to that Melph, to the Caliope,
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?

[Chorus: JAY-Z]
To my uptown posse, (Yeah) to my uptown posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard?)
To my BK posse, (Yeah) to my BK posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Yeah)
To my 3rd Ward posse, (Yeah) to my 3rd Ward posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Uh)
Tell that Magnolia posse (Yeah), tell that Magnolia posse, (Yeah, yeah)
Get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat, (Yeah) get the gat! (Ya heard?)

[Outro:]
I wanna go back to the—
I wanna go back to the old way,
But I'm drunk instead with a full— Old way!
But I'm drunk instead with a full ashtray, you're too late,
Ashtray, you're too late,
Too late, late,
Too late, late!
I wanna go back to the—
I wanna go back to the old way,
But I'm drunk instead with a full— Old way!
But I'm drunk instead with a full ashtray, you're too late,
Ashtray, you're too late,
Too late, late!