Exhibit C

Hey

It's coming

Ladies and gentlemen, this time around the revolution will not be televised

As we proceed to give you what you need

'09 motherf****, get live motherf****

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 sleeping on the train

Sleeping on Meserole Ave out in the rain

Without even a single slice of pizza to my name

Too proud to beg for change, mastering the pain

When New York **** was calling southern rappers lame

But then jacking our slang

I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring

The voice of a angel telling me my name

Telling me that one day I'ma be a great mane

Transforming with the Megatron Don spitting out flames

Eating wack rappers alive, shitting out chains

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

Fighting, shooting dice, smoking weed on the corners

Tryna find the meaning of life in a 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 85er

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

Abracadabra, you rocking with the true and living

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

6 Mile, 7 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 out the back like, "What's up?"

Kill a ****, rob a ****, take a ****, buss up

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

You sound real good and you play the part well

But the energy you giving off is so unfamiliar

I don't feel ya

We need somethin' realer

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

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

Diddy send a text every hour on the dot saying

"When you gonna drop that verse? ****, you taking long"

So now I'm back spitting that he could pass a polygraph

That Reverend Run rocking Adidas out on Hollis Ave

That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla

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

Oh my God, keep going

They call me Jay Electronica

Fuck that, call me Jay ElecHannukah

Jay ElecYamulke

Jay ElectRamadaan

Muhammad Asalaamica

RasoulAllah Subhanahu wa ta'ala through your monitor

My Uzi still weigh a ton, check the barometer

I'm hotter than the motherfucking sun, check the thermometer

I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man

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

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

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

I play the back and fade to black and then devise a plan

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

Giving 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, building by the millions

My light is brilliant

Whoa

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 saying

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

Jay, you should get Puff to do this over

We moving out, onto the next record

And um, I'ma let this just ride

Ride, ride, ride