Exhibit A

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 sh-, me and my conglomerates Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest sh- Get that type of media coverage Obama get, spit that Kurt Vonnegut That blow your brain Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana sh- 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 sh-'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) And on the seventh day...