Exhibit A (Transformations)

歌詞

I spit that Wonderama 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, uh I'm sittin' pretty, spittin' flames, grippin' 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 down shit's creek and came up clean With a new lease on life like Andy Dufrain 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 turned 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