Lyrics: Jay Electronica. Exhibit A.

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 ring
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 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 a chariot
im sittin pretty spittin flames grippin grain
aint 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'
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
rhapsody from bellevue
im splittin atoms spittin flames bringin change
thingsll never be the same
i got the rap game singin at last like etta james
lames get they plane shot down like john mccain
its a dream its 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