Exhibit A (Transformations)

And his own story was as curious as his narrative
 The tale of this 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
 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
 Runnin' 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 wretch 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
 Just 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 graint
 Ain't a damn thing changed
 How does he do it?
 My young lad, do 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 friends
 To one of the greatest technological advances in modern history
 Behold, the Confectionery Behemoth
 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 2000-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 13 X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue
 I'm splittin' atoms, spittin' flames
 Bringin' 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 lot of kings seen death and turn queen
 Crack they 24-inch rims in the ravine
 Respect the architect, never test the Elohim
 Goodnight: this is Jay Elec, live from New Orleans (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 (destiny)
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 And on the seventh day...