Lyrics Exhibit A (Transformations) - The-Dream , Jay-Z

I spit that Wonderama shit
Me and my conglomerates
Shall remain anonymous
Caught up in that finer 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 rainbow 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 cuttin' cake
Blowin' kisses in the rice rain
Nice whip, nice chain, the closet of skulls
The stench is like slave blood in 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 rugbies was a popular craze
This the vivid memoirs of a Obnoxious slave
I pave ways like Nat and Harriet
I'll blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in a chariot, uh
I'm sittin' pretty, spittin' flames, grippin' grain
Ain't a damn thing changed

They say 'Candyman, Candyman spit me a dream'
Blow a chunk of the levee 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 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 planes shot down like John McCain
It's a dream, it's a dream
The flow is elegant like Miss 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