Exhibit A (Remix)

[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 callus

A reckless hedonist and disaffected malcontent

[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]

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, 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

I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains

Ain't a damn thing changed

[Interlude: Willy Wonka and Child]

How does he do it?

My young lad, do you ask a dolphin how it swims? No

Or a eagle how it flies? No

That's right, you don't, because that's what they were made to do

You are about to bear witness my friends

To one of the greatest technological advances in modern history

BEHOLD! a confectionery behemoth

[Verse 2: Jay Electronica]

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

[Original 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

[Verse 3: Mos Def]

Bey!

I spit that, orchesteral

Medina born exceptional

Extra Extra Terrestial

From out the ghetto vestibule

Put your yard up on knowledge like the lessons do

So fly fiends can get high off the residue

So real, and surreal, a pure deal

Dante Flaco, flow handsome, guapo

The Sun, Moon, and Stars, Grits and The Gospel

School of Knock Harder and the teachin of Apostles

Pistols, prayer meetings, player balls, car shows

Festivals, funerals, the grotesque and beautiful

Phenomenons normal, the needed hardly happens

Fresh V's at high speeds zoomin backwards

Fast forward to last moments to flash over

Trick trappin they clique clack then blast on 'em

Damn homie it was all good a week ago

Show 'em the truth but can't make 'em believe it yo...

It's Curtains, the opening scene

Simpatico, remarkable, the article dream

Wake Up and bear witness to what you never seen

Reach out and feel what they said would never be...

Me... and J-A-Y-E, electronic motherboard

Shut em off they sucker songs

Fuck em all and the horse they rode in on

You can't trespass the star gate I go in on

Get off

[Verse 4: Jay Electronica]

I bust through the gates of hell like a batterin ram

Clappin yelling profanities like Yosemite Sam

After that, I'm back home scannin the land

Twenty-three million square miles of contraband

I know ya feel me, but still hope the opposition kill me

Cause you don't wanna see god manifest really

UFOs and cabbage water, Willie the Kid

You ain't seen one of these in a trillion years

Abracadabra, I popped out the meat grinder shining

The elegant art form of rhymings just blinding

And that's just a regular hat trick

A trick lock, a ninety gallon tank, yeah I'm back on that shit

The ark building mad man from Hôtel-Dieu

Act II, coming through a dream by you

Young Slumdog from uptown, pocket full of rupees

Torn up sheets of looseleaf and one Lucy