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 a angel telling me my name

Telling me that one day I'mma be a great mane

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 percenters 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

Its 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 diver, 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 a 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

Nas hit me up on the phone, said what you waitin on?

Tip hit me up with a tweet, 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, Niki Tesla

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

They call me Jay Electronica

Fuck that

Call me Jay ElecHannukah

Jay ElecYarmulke

Jay ElectRamadaan

Muhammad Asalaamica RasoulAllah

Subhanahu wa ta'ala 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