The Cauldron

[Intro] Mr. Turkentine: We have here nitric acid, glycerine, and a special mixture of my own. Together it's horrible dangerous stuff, blows you up. But mixed together in the right way, as only I know how, what do you think it makes? Charlie Bucket: I don't know, sir Mr. Turkentine: Of course you don't know. You don't know because only I know. If you knew and I didn't know, then you'd be teaching me instead of me teaching you. And for a student to teach his teacher it's presumptuous and rude [Hook: Jay Electronica] 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 postin' Posted like the coastguard on the ocean Wicked slick, shit no devotion Just sick shit no slick promotion [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] The extraordinary King of every February to February, the president of the emissary The secretary of state, the secretary of flow The secretary of glow, it's necessary to show That I can make a motherfucking mouth say, "Ho!" Kick it, got my bally's on I'm in zone getting wicked Laughing at you clones from the throne getting lifted Lyrically literally shitting on these niggas man I'm from the city where the [?] on the trigger man Where it can get live, any minute and The choppers'll chop a hole in the door of your minivan Where it can get live, any minute and The choppers'll chop a hole in the door of your minivan Where it can get live, any minute and The choppers'll chop a hole in the door of your minivan Therefore, I ain't worried bout any man or any clan Or any mini man that wanna get busy Yes sir, you fuckin' with the truest Young black Jewish, new new newest Yes sir, you fuckin' with the truest Young black Jewish, new new newest Yes sir, you fuckin' with the truest Young black Jewish, new new newest In the hood where you is Rolling dice with the locals, serving the [?] I got the whole day off like Ferris Bueller You can take that to the jeweler And get fifty thousand gallons of blood out of the Zulus Frontin' like a MC [?] You a modern day Judas I'm walkin' on water and I ain't wettin' the shoelace You ain't saying nothing with your grill and your screw face [Hook 2: Ghost1] x2 From the city to the states, from the city to the states From the dirty south to the [?] [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Gucci to Vera Wang Don't rebuild cities after hurricanes Your house, your spouse, your two car garage The spinners under the range Lead a nigga to believe he mastered the game And if you don't have any of the above said material goods Than you're inferior, chickens'll say your lame Niggas'll rob a liquor store to get them a chain Shoot up a house party for nothing, to get them a name Black convict, dope man, oh that's them niggas And if you think they're really happy go and ask them niggas I promise it'll be a lie Position they fingers to throw they hood up in the sky To tell you man look I Know what I'm doing 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 snapping they fingers to that hit record Let's meditate for a second [Hook 2] [Hook] [Verse 3: Zed Bias] [Hook 2]