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  • Jay Electronica - Exhibit A (Transformations) Lyrics

    22. Feb. 2009, 14:36

    Jay Electronica - Exhibit A (Transformations) Lyrics

    I spit that wonder ryhmer shit/
    me and my conglomerates/
    shall remain anonymous/
    caught up in the finer shit/
    get that type of media coverage obama get/
    spit that Kurt Vonnegut/
    that blow your brain, kurt cobain/
    that nirvana shit/
    who gone bring the game back/
    who gone spit that Ramo on the train tracks/
    that gold rope, that 5 finger ring rap/
    runnin with my same pack/
    you can find find the christ where the lepers and the lames at/
    life is like a dice game/
    one roll can land you in jail or cuttin’ cake, blowin kisses in the rice rain/
    nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls/
    the stench is like slave blood in providence hall/
    they built my city on top of a grave/
    nigga die, nigga get high and watch the parade/
    back then the early 90’s/
    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 a chariot/
    im sittin pretty spittin flames, grippin grain/
    ain’t a damn thing changed/

    they say candy man, candy man spit me a dream/
    blow a chunk of the levy out and spit me a stream/
    knock a man house down and build a casin’/
    a two thousand dollar government check from FEM' [FEMA]/
    i swam down shits creek and came up clean/
    with a new lease on life like andy dufresne/
    its the, most poetical/
    nat king unforgettable/
    clarence 13 extra large/ (clarence 13x)
    rhapsody from bellevue/
    im splittin atoms, spittin flames, bringin change/
    things’ll never be the same/
    i got the rap game singin at last like etta james/
    lames get they plane shot down like john mccain/
    it’s a dream, it’s a dream/
    the flows elagant like mrs. 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/

    Jay Electronica