Exhibit B (Holiday)

[Verse 1: Mos Def] Mark your calendar, holiday work week May day: mothers day, Doomsday: another day Teenage love built a teenage runaway Bang, number 9 off the chart, pretty bullet Red on the wall, fear God, fuck a bully Bay ghetto great, great god, guggley muggley Mays on monster mash, main course and cookies Heads getting beaten over food gettin eaten This is hydro power in the dry white season Lord, bring em out, bring em out See the cherokee chief rain dancing through a drought Cloud break like Chaka Khan, set it off my power arm The little light grow large and don't out at all Some powerful all, the chronicle sharp The jet black jedi swall, the saga evolves, raw Race up in the place, all in your face She said a slow pace, made her heart race Well if you got what it takes, I take what you got My equaline a mark from I'm a take the shot The tiebreaker, game winner, bullseye Small dose of big Mos, full time That's a commitment ain't it, I doubt if they can make it Clown tears ran a smear through their painted faces But I don't use foundation, mascara or concealer Botox and toxic pealer, I come from planet realer Where the sky is clearer Ba-ba-ba-da-da Holiday Ba-ba-ba-da-da Let's work it out Ba-ba-ba-da-da Holiday Ba-ba-ba Mark ya calendar [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Don't get it confused This message is for solo artists but I get at crews We can make the news I'll be on the low sippin daquiris in Baton Rouge Or killing Rock The Bells with Mos and Posdnuos It's a small task for Jay man Wack niggas be dead and I be laughin Sippin out my flask chillin in my Ray-Bans Imaginary crime boss With albums full and look at my watch at how much my shine cost It's time lost Who shot ya, the black Bach blastin over opera Phantom of the chakras Jay Doppler went from panhandling socks in the Bronx to popular This is just the start of it The kid intend to split more wigs than British Parliament Catch me on the global warming tour with Jigga and Al Gore Performing dear summer, where autumn went Eternal sunshine, drum major without a drumline I'll be in the D yellin kick rocks to one time