Exhibit C - Instrumental - Jay Electronica

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 masterin' the pain

When New York niggas was calling southern rappers lame

But then jackin' our slang

I used to get dizzy spells, hear a little ring

The voice of a angel tellin' me my name

Tellin' me that one day I’m a be a great man

Transformin' with the MegatronDon 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 Corona

Till the Five 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 that 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 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

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 up out the back like «what's up»

«Kill a nigga, rob a nigga, take a nigga, 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 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 takin long»

So now I’m back spittin that He could pass a polygraph

That Reverend Run rockin Addidas out on Hollis Ave

That F.O.I., Marcus Garvey, Nikki Tesla

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

They call me Jay Electronica

Fuck that, call me Jay ElecHannukah

Jay ElecYarmulke

Jay ElectRamadan Muhammad Asalama’Aleykum Rasul’Allah subhana wa ta’Allah

through your monitor

My uzi still weigh a ton, check the barometer

I’m hotter then the mothafuckin' 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, 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