Exhibit A (Transformations)

[Intro] And his own story was as curious as his narrative The tale of his life is the tale of a writer of incredible vision An astute analyst and pundit A lyricist compassionate and callous A reckless hedonist and disaffected malcontent [Verse 1] I spit that, Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest 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, 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 could land you in jail or cutting cake, blowing kisses in the rice rain Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls The stench is like slave blood at Providence Hall, yeah They built my city on top of a grave Nigga die, a 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 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 the chariot, uhh I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains Ain't a damn thing changed [Interlude: Willy Wonka & Charley Bucket] How does he do it? My dear boy, do you ask a dolphin how it swims? (No) Or an eagle how it flies? (No) No siree, you don't! They do it because they were born to do it What you are witnessing dear friends Is the most enormous miracle of the machine age Behold! A confectionery behemoth! [Verse 2] They say Candyman, Candyman, spit me a dream Blow a chunk of the levee out and spit me a stream Knock a man's 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 Dufresne It's the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable Clarence 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 Miss Coretta Scott King A lot of kings seen death and turn queen Crack they twenty-four-inch rims in the ravine Respect the architect, never test the Elohim Goodnight, this is Jay Elec, live from New Orleans [Outro: Napoleon Hill] My journey has brought me to an understanding Of the divine forces which we have all been bestowed It was in this search that I came upon a revelation Which has called me to guide millions of people towards their righteous destiny