Exhibit A (Transformations) (Produced By Just Blaze)
I spit that wonder ryhmer shit/ me and my conglomerates/ shall remain anonymous/ caught up in the finer shit/ get that type of media coverage obama get/ spit that Kurt Vonnegut/ that blow your brain, kurt cobain/ that nirvana shit/ who gone bring the game back/ who gone spit that Ramo on the train tracks/ that gold rope, that 5 finger ring rap/ runnin with my same pack/ you can find find the christ where the lepers and the lames at/ life is like a dice game/ one roll can land you in jail or cuttin’ cake, blowin kisses in the rice rain/ nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls/ the stench is like slave blood in providence hall/ they built my city on top of a grave/ nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade/ back then the early 90’s/ where they at, where they at, get the gat, get the gat was a popular phrase/ bally animals and rugbys was a popular craze/ this the vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave/ i pave ways like nat and harriet/ i blast on judas’ iscariot/ and peel off in a chariot/ im sittin pretty spittin flames, grippin grain/ ain’t a damn thing changed/
they say candy man, candy man spit me a dream/ blow a chunk of the levy out and spit me a stream/ knock a man house down and build a casin’/ a two thousand dollar government check from FEM' [FEMA]/ i swam down shits creek and came up clean/ with a new lease on life like andy dufresne/ its the, most poetical/ nat king unforgettable/ clarence 13 extra large/ (clarence 13x) rhapsody from bellevue/ im splittin atoms, spittin flames, bringin change/ things’ll never be the same/ i got the rap game singin at last like etta james/ lames get they plane shot down like john mccain/ it’s a dream, it’s a dream/ the flows elagant like mrs. 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/