Exhibit C (instrumental) Lyrics & Chords By Jay Electronica

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, mastering the pain
When New York niggas 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 man
Transforming with the Megatron Don, spittin' out flames
Eatin' wack rappers alive, shittin' out chains
I ain't believe it then
Nigga, I was homeless
Fightin', shootin' dice, smokin' weed on the corners
Tryna find the meaning of life in a na
'Til the 5 percenters rolled up on a nigga 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 how you shine like you grew up in a shrine in Peru"
Question 14, Muslim Lesson 2
Dip diver, civilize a 85er
I make the devil hit his knees and say the Our Father
Abracadabra
You rockin' 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 niggas 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 nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, bust up
That's why when you talk the tough talk I never feel ya
You sound real good and you play the part well
But the energy you givin' off is so unfamiliar
I don't feel ya
Nas hit me up on the phone, said "What you waitin' on?"
Tip hit me up with a twit, said "What you waitin' on?"
Diddy send a text every hour on the dot sayin'
"When you gon' drop that verse, nigga you taking long"
So now I'm back spittin that He Could Pass A Polygraph
That Reverend Run rockin' Adidas out on Hollis Ave
That FOI, Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla
I shock like you a eel, electric filled, Jay Electra
They call me Jay Electronica, fuck that
Call me Jay ElecHannukah, Jay ElecYarmulke
Jay ElecRamadan, Muhammad Asalaamica, Rasoul Allah Supana Watallah through your monitor
My uzi still weighs a ton, check the barometer
I'm hotter than the muthafuckin' sun, check the thermometer
I'm bringing ancient mathematics back to modern man
My momma 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
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 building by the millions, my light is brilliant