Jay Electronica - The Cauldron lyrics

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Jay Electronica - The Cauldron lyrics

One shot two shot who's that boppin that rocky boy sound One shot, two shot, man down, clan down Who's that kid on the poster posting Posted like the coastguard on the ocean Wicked slick sh** no devotion Just sick sh** no slick promotion The extraordinary? The president of emissary The secretary of state, the secretary of flow The secretary of glow, it's necessary to show That I can make the motherf**ers mouth stay closed (Row row row) kick it, got my ballys on I'm in zone gettin wicked Laughin at you clones from the throne gettin lifted Lyrically literally sh**tin on these n***as man I'm from the city where the thingsll hold the trigger man Where it can get live, any minute and, And the choppers chop a hole in the door of your minivan [x3] Therefore, I ain't worried bout any man Or any clan or mini mini man That wanna get busy, yes sir You f**in with the truest Young black j**ish New new newest [x3] In the hood where you is Rollin dice with the loot [?] I got the whole day off like ferris bueller You can take that to the j**eler And get fifty thousand gallons of blood out of the zulus [?] You a modern day judas I'm walkin on water and I ain't wettin the shoelace So you ain't sayin nothin with your grill and your screwface Gucci prada and vera wang Won't help to rebuild a city after a hurricane Your house and your spouse Your two car garage, the spinners under the range Lead a n***a to believe he mastered the game And if you don't have any of the above said material goods than you inferior Chickens say your lame So n***as go rob a liquor store to get em a chain Shoot up a house party for nothin to get em a name Like convict, dopeman, oh that's them n***as And if you think they're really happy go and ask them n***as I promise you theyll lie Position they fingers to throw they hood up in the sky To tell you man look I Know what I'm doin is wrong but how can I survive And when they hear songs like this to get by they cry For a split second Then it's back the snappin they fingers to that hit record Let's meditate for a second

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