Exhibit C

Hey

It's comin'

Ladies and gentlemen, this time around

The revolution will not be televised

Woo

As we proceed

To give you what you need

'09, mother******

Get live, mother******

Ladies and gentlemen of the court

In the hearing against The State of Hip Hop vs. Jay Electronica

I present Exhibit C

When I was sleepin' on the train

Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain

Without even a single slice of pizza to my name

Too proud to beg for change, masterin' the pain

When New York **** was callin' Southern rappers lame

But then jackin' our slang

I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring

The voice of an angel tellin' me my name

Tellin' me that one day, I'ma be a great mane

Transformin' with the Megatron Don, spittin' out flames

Eatin' whack rappers alive, **** out chains

I ain't believe it then, ****, I was homeless

Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' **** on the corners

Tryna find the meaning of life in the Corona

Till the Five Percenters rolled up on a **** and informed him

You either build or destroy, where you come from?

The Magnolia projects in the 3rd Ward slum

Hmm, it's quite amazing that you rhyme how you do

And that you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru

Question fourteen, Muslim lesson two

Dip-diver, civilize a eighty-fiver

I make the Devil hit his knees and say the Our Father

Abracadabra, you rockin' with the true and livin'

Shout out to Lights Out, Joseph I, Chewy Bivens

Shout out to Baltimore, Baton Rouge, my crew in Richmond

While y'all debated who the truth was like Jews and Christians

I was on Cecil B, Broad Street, Master

North Philly, South Philly, 23rd, Tasker

Six Mile, Seven Mile, Hartwell, Gratiot

Where **** really would pack a U-Haul truck up

Put the high beams on, drive up on the curb

At a barbecue and hop up out the back like, "What's up?"

Kill a ****, rob a ****, take a ****, bust up

That's why when you talk that tough talk, I never feel you

You sound real good and you play the part well

But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar

I don't feel you (We need something realer)

Nas hit me up on the phone, said, "What you waitin' on?"

Tip hit me up with a tweet, said, "What you waitin' on?"

Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin'

"When you gon' drop that verse? ****, you takin' long"

So now I'm back spittin' that heat, could pass a polygraph

That Reverend Run rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave

That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikky Tesla

I shock you like a eel, electric feel, Jay Electra

(Oh, my God, keep goin')

They call me Jay Electronica, **** that

Call me Jay Elec-Hanukkah, Jay Elec-Yarmulke

Jay Elect-Ramadan, Muhammad as-salaam-alaikum

RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta'ala through your monitor

My uzi still weigh a ton, check the barometer

I'm hotter than the mother****** sun, check the thermometer

I'm bringin' ancient mathematics back to modern man

My mama told me, "Never throw a stone and hide your hand"

I got a lot of family, you got a lot of fans

That's why people got my back like the Verizon man

I played it back and fade to black and then devise a plan

Out in London, smokin', vibin' while I ride the tram

Givin' out that raw food to lions disguised as lambs

And by the time they get they seats hot

And deploy all they henchmen to come at me from the treetops

I'm chillin' out at Tweetstock, buildin' by the millions

My light is brilliant

I rest my case

'09, act 3

First chapter of the end

The last chapter of a new beginning

If it's so

The things we do without even trying

Be better than a lot of y'all records, don't get mad

Morning after world premiere

Man

For real though?

I ain't even gon' say nothing

Matter of fact, I ain't sayin'

I don't even know why I'm sayin' this

Jay, you should get Puff to do this over

We movin' out onto the next record

And, um, I'ma let this just ride

Ride, ride, ride