Jay Electronica - Exhibit A (Clean) lyrics

And his own story was as
Curious as his narrative
The tale of his life is the tale
Of a writer of incredible vision
An astute analyst and pundit
A lyricist compassionate and callous
A reckless hedonist and
Disaffected malcontent

I spit that, Wonderama
Me and my conglomerates
Shall remain anonymous
Caught up in the finest
Get that type of media coverage Obama get
Spit that Kurt Vonnegut
That blow your brain, Kurt Cobain
That Nirvana who gon' bring the game back?
Who gon' spit that Ramo on the train tracks?
That gold rope, that five-finger ring rap
Running with my same pack
You can find the Christ where the
Lepers and the lames at
Life is like a dice game
One roll could land you in
Jail or cutting cake
Blowing kisses in the rice rain
Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls
The stench is like slave
Blood at Providence Hall, yeah
They built my city on top of a grave
Die, a nigga get high and watch the parade
Back in the early '90s, 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 the chariot, uhh
I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames
Gripping grains ain't a damn thing changed

How does he do it?
My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims?
(No) or a bird how it flies? (No)
No siree, you don't! They do it because they
Were born to do it
What you are witnessing dear friends
Is the most enormous miracle
Of the machine age
Behold! A confectionery behemoth!

They say Candyman, Candyman, spit me a dream
Blow a chunk of the levee out
And spit me a stream
Knock a man's house down and build a casin'
A two thousand dollar government
Check from FEM'
I swam down creek and came up clean
With a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne
It's the most poetical
Nat King unforgettable
Clarence 13X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue
I'm splitting atoms, spitting flames
Bringing change
Things will never be the same
I got the rap game singing
At Last like Etta James
Lames get they plane shot
Down like John McCain
It's a dream, it's a dream
The flow is elegant like
Miss Coretta Scott King
A lot of kings seen death and turn queen
Crack they twenty-four-inch rims
In the ravine
Respect the architect, never test the Elohim
Goodnight, this is Jay Elec
Live from New Orleans

My journey has brought me to an understanding
Of the divine forces which we
Have all been bestowed
It was in this search that
I came upon a revelation
Which has called me to guide millions
Of people towards their righteous destiny