Lyrics Exhibit A (Transformations) (clean) - The-Dream , Jay-Z
                                                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 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                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 
                                                13X 
                                                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 
                                                is 
                                                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
 
                                    
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