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J A Y E L E C T R O N I C A “Flux Capacitor” (Lyric Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Electronica
Jay Electronica
Vocals
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
LAW Parker
LAW Parker
Vocals
Rihanna
Rihanna
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
Robyn Rihanna Fenty
Robyn Rihanna Fenty
Songwriter
Dion Wilson
Dion Wilson
Songwriter
Badriia Bourelly
Badriia Bourelly
Songwriter
James Fauntleroy
James Fauntleroy
Songwriter
Kenneth Gamble
Kenneth Gamble
Songwriter
Lawrence Parker
Lawrence Parker
Songwriter
Elton Newman
Elton Newman
Songwriter
Dartanian Stovall
Dartanian Stovall
Songwriter
Tyrone Cosey
Tyrone Cosey
Songwriter
Jerry Butler Jr
Jerry Butler Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Electronica
Jay Electronica
Producer
James Blake
James Blake
Additional Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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 (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? Uh, uh)
[Verse 5]
I send duaa's up from the belly of the Dunya (Subhanallah)
Duaa's up for my umi in the ummah (Subhanallah)
Duaa's 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?
[Verse 6]
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?)
Written by: Badriia Bourelly, Dartanian Stovall, Dion Wilson, Elpadaro F. Electronica Allah, Elton Newman, James Fauntleroy, Jerry Butler, Kenneth Gamble, Lawrence Parker, Leon Huff, Robyn Rihanna Fenty, Shawn Carter, Tyrone Cosey
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