Exhibit C

Hey!

It's coming

Ladies and gentlemen, this time around

The revolution will not be televised

Woo! As we proceed!

To give you what you need!

'09, mother

Get live, mother

Ladies and gentlemen of the court

In the hearing against The State of Hip-Hop vs. Jay Electronica

I present: Exhibit C

When I was sleepin' on the train

Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain

Without even a single slice of pizza to my name

Too proud to beg for change mastering the pain

When New York niggas were calling southern rappers lame

But then jacking our slang

I used to get dizzy spells

And hear a little ring

The voice of an angel

Telling me my name

Telling me that one day I'ma be a great man

Transforming with the Megatron Don spittin' out flames

Eatin' wack rappers alive shittin' out chains

I ain't believe it then

Nigga I was homeless

Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners

Tryna find the meaning of life in a corona

Till the 5 per centers rolled up on a nigga and informed him

You either build or destroy, where you come from?

The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum

Hm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do

And how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru

Question 14, Muslim Lesson 2: Dip over, Civilize a 85er

I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father

Abracadabra!

You rockin' with the True and Living

Shot out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens

Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond

While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians

I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master, North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker

6 mile, 7 mile, Hartwell, Gratiot

Where niggas really would pack an u-Haul truck up

Put the high beams on, drive up on the curb at a barbecue

And hop out the back like: What's up!

Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up

That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya

You sound real good and you play the part well

But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar

I don't feel ya

(We need somethin' realer! Oh!)

Nas hit me up on the phone, said: What you waitin' on?

Tip hit me up with a twitt, said: What you waitin' on?

Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin'

When you gon drop that verse nigga you taking long

So now I'm back spittin' that He Could Pass A Polygraph

That Reverend Run rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave

That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla

I shock you like an eel, electric feel, Jay Electra

Oh my God! Keep going!

They call me Jay Electronica

Fuck that

Call me Jay ElecHannukah

Jay ElecYarmulke

Jay ElecRamadaan Muhammad Asalaamica Rasoul

Allah Supana Watallah through your monitor

My Uzi still weighs a ton check the barometer

I'm hotter than the muthafuckin' Sun check the thermometer

I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man

My momma told me never throw a stone and hide your hand

I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans

That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man

I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan

Out in London, smoking, vibin' while I ride the tram

Givin' out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs

And, by the time they get they seats hot

And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops

I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock

Building by the millions

My light is brilliant

Woooo!

I rest my case

'09, Act 3

First chapter of the end

The last chapter of a new beginning

If it's so

The things we do without even trying

Be better than a lot of y'all records, don't get mad

Morning after, world premiere

Me!

For real, though?

I ain't even gon' say nothing

Matter of fact, I ain’t saying

I don't even know why I'm sayin’ this

Jay, you should get Puff to do this over

We moving out, onto the next record

And, um, I'ma let this just ride

Ride, ride, ride

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