Exhibit A (Transformations)

I spit that wonder rhymer shit

Me and my conglomerates

Shall remain anonymous

Caught up in that finer shit

Get that type of media coverage Obama get

Spit that Kurt Vonnegut

That blow your brain Kurt Cobain that Nirvana shit

Who gon' bring the game back?

Who gon' spit that ramo on the train tracks?

That gold rope, that five-finger ring rap

Runnin' with my same pack

You can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at

Life is like a dice game

One roll could land you in jail or cuttin' cake

Blowin' kisses in the rice rain

Nice whip, nice chain, the closet of skulls

The stench is like slave blood in Providence Hall

Yeah they built my city on top of a grave

Nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade

Back in the early 90s

Where they at? Where they at? Get the gat! Get the gat! Was a popular phrase

Bally animals and rugbies was a popular craze

This the vivid memoirs of a Obnoxious slave

I pave ways like Nat and Harriet

I'll blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in a chariot

I'm sittin' pretty, spittin' flames, grippin' the grain

Ain't a damn thing changed

They say Candyman, Candyman spit me a dream

Blow a chunk of the levee out and spit me a stream

Knock a man house down and build a casin'

A two thousand dollar government check from FEM'

I swam I'm down shit's creek and came up clean

With a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne

It's the most poetical, Nat King Unforgettable

Clarence 13 X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue

I'm splittin' atoms, spittin' flames, bringin' change

Things will never be the same

I got the rap game singing "At Last" like Etta James

Lames get they planes shot down like John McCain

It's a dream, it's a dream

The flow is elegant like Miss Coretta Scott King

A lot of kings seen death and turn queen

Crack they 24 inch rims in the ravine

Respect the architect, never test the elohim

Good night, this is Jay Elect' live from New Orleans