Exhibit A

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

I spit that Wonderama ****

Me and my conglomerates shall remain anonymous

Caught up in the finest ****

Get that type of media coverage Obama get

Spit that Kurt Vonnegut

That blow your brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana ****

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

**** die, **** 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

How does he do it?

My young lad, you ask a dolphin how it swims?

No

Or an eagle how it flies?

No

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

You are about to bear witness, my friend

To one of the greatest technological advances in modern history

Behold, a confectionary behemoth

They say, Candyman, Candyman, 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 **** creek and came up clean

With a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne

It's the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable

Clarence thirteen next, the large 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's elegant like Miss Coretta Scott King

A lotta 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

My journey has brought me to an understanding

Of the divine forces with 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

And on the seventh day