Exhibit A (Transformations)

I spit that wonderama shit, me & my conglomerates

Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finer shit

Get that type of media coverage Obama get, spit that CurtVana kick

That blow your brain Curt Cobain, that Nirvana shit

Who gon bring the game back?

Who gon spit that Ramo on the train track

The gold rope, that 5-finger ring rap

Running with my same pack, you can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at

Life is like a dice game, one roll can land you in jail or cutting cake, blowing kisses in the rice rain

Nice whip, nice chain, the closet of skulls

Stench is like slave blood in Providence Hall

Yea!

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 rugby's was a popular craze

This is vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave

I pave ways like Matt & Harriet

I blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in a chariot

Unh!

I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains

Ain't a damn thang changed

They say, "Candyman, Candyman spit me a dream"

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

Knock a man's house down and a build a casin-

A 2000 dollar government check from FEM-

I swam 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'

Clearance 13X, Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue

I'm splitting atoms, spitting flames, bringing change

Things will never be the same

I got the rap game singing at last like Etta James

Lames get they plane shot down like John McCain

It's a dream, it's a dream, the flow is elegant like Ms. 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

Goodnight. This is Jay Elect live from New Orleans