Exhibit C

Hey!
It's coming
Ladies and gentlemen, this time around
The revolution will not be televised
Woo! As we proceed!
To give you what you need!
'09, mother
Get live, mother
Ladies and gentlemen of the court
In the hearing against The State of Hip-Hop vs. Jay Electronica
I present: Exhibit C

When I was sleepin' on the train
Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain
Without even a single slice of pizza to my name
Too proud to beg for change mastering the pain
When New York niggas were calling southern rappers lame
But then jacking our slang
I used to get dizzy spells
And hear a little ring
The voice of an angel
Telling me my name
Telling me that one day I'ma be a great man
Transforming with the Megatron Don spittin' out flames
Eatin' wack rappers alive shittin' out chains
I ain't believe it then
Nigga I was homeless
Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners
Tryna find the meaning of life in a corona
Till the 5 per centers rolled up on a nigga and informed him
You either build or destroy, where you come from?
The Magnolia projects in the 3rd ward slum
Hm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do
And how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru

Question 14, Muslim Lesson 2: Dip over, Civilize a 85er
I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father
Abracadabra!
You rockin' with the True and Living
Shot out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens
Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond
While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians
I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master, North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker
6 mile, 7 mile, Hartwell, Gratiot
Where niggas really would pack an u-Haul truck up
Put the high beams on, drive up on the curb at a barbecue
And hop out the back like: What's up!
Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up
That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya
You sound real good and you play the part well
But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar
I don't feel ya

(We need somethin' realer! Oh!)
Nas hit me up on the phone, said: What you waitin' on?
Tip hit me up with a twitt, said: What you waitin' on?
Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin'
When you gon drop that verse nigga you taking long

So now I'm back spittin' that He Could Pass A Polygraph
That Reverend Run rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave
That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla
I shock you like an eel, electric feel, Jay Electra
Oh my God! Keep going!

They call me Jay Electronica
Fuck that
Call me Jay ElecHannukah
Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElecRamadaan Muhammad Asalaamica Rasoul
Allah Supana Watallah through your monitor
My Uzi still weighs a ton check the barometer
I'm hotter than the muthafuckin' Sun check the thermometer
I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man
My momma told me never throw a stone and hide your hand
I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans
That's why the people got my back like the Verizon man
I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan
Out in London, smoking, vibin' while I ride the tram
Givin' out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs
And, by the time they get they seats hot
And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops
I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock
Building by the millions
My light is brilliant

Woooo!
I rest my case
'09, Act 3
First chapter of the end
The last chapter of a new beginning
If it's so
The things we do without even trying
Be better than a lot of y'all records, don't get mad
Morning after, world premiere
Me!
For real, though?
I ain't even gon' say nothing
Matter of fact, I ain’t saying
I don't even know why I'm sayin’ this
Jay, you should get Puff to do this over
We moving out, onto the next record
And, um, I'ma let this just ride
Ride, ride, ride
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