Jay Electronica - Exhibit A (Transformations) lyrics

I spit that wonderama sh**, me & my conglomerates Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finer sh** Get that type of media coverage Obama get, spit that CurtVana kick That blow your brain Curt Cobain, that Nirvana sh** Who gon bring the game back? Who gon spit that Ramo on the train track The gold rope, that 5-finger ring rap Running with my same pack, you can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at Life is like a dice game, one roll can land you in jail or cutting cake, blowing kisses in the rice rain Nice whip, nice chain, the closet of skulls Stench is like slave blood in Providence Hall Yea! They built my city on top of a grave, n***a die, n***a 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 rugby's was a popular craze This is vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave I pave ways like Matt & Harriet I blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in a chariot Unh! I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains Ain't a damn thang changed They say, "Candyman, Candyman spit me a dream" Blow a chunk of the levy out and spit me a stream Knock a man's house down and a 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' Clearance 13X, Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue I'm splitting atoms, spitting flames, bringing 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 Ms. Coretta Scott King A lot of kings seen d**h and turn queen, crack they 24-inch rims in the ravine Respect the architect, never test the Elohim Goodnight. This is Jay Elect live from New Orleans