Exhibit A

[Verse One] Seconds amount to minutes, minutes amount to hours Time equals money, and money equals power So if you wanna get respect you gotta get them dollars Workin' that overtime on the block with them cowards The grimy bulls, sleezy businessmen, they shady They livin' for today, never concerned for they babies Their savings, are all for their pleasures, the daily Pursuit of happiness, livin' that "fuck you, pay me" They crazy, I try to keep 'em at bay but they aimin' I try to keep it cool but these niggas stay flamin' I try to stay humble but they brag with their swag Now it's turnin' into Raymond V Raymond, all I'm sayin Is that we brothers in arms, but at war with each other How can you kill him just because he's from another mother? I told y'all: I'm no fighter, I'm a lover Journey with me, and together a new soul we'll discover I’m talking, soul-searching, the kind that take Muslims to Mecca A new era: new soul in rap records I swear these niggas talkin’ reckless better check the message ‘Cause they be asking for the George Bush button pressin’ And I’m Obama on the track: I’m tryna bring the change But all these motherfucking lames is goin’ Hussein I swear, fuck ‘em all, Osama through the wall Fuse is the pen, the ink used to bomb ‘em all I am not impressed with these flacid dickheads If I could, mushroom slap ‘em all, no pause I don’t need respect from pricks who plague the game with Bullshit as an excuse to get famous [Verse Two] I’m not a fighter, but sometimes you gotta snap And when the time comes I proceed to drop the facts And so I cook the tracks, pushing CDs on the trap I don’t hustle drugs but I damn sure hustle rap Take the game by storm, I don’t need to get rich I just want to douche the game and take out all the bitch Yeah, I’m not a fighter, I’m a lover But push me and it’s black rage you’ll discover I treat you with respect until you talk about My father or mother and then proceed to show you I’m replacing Danny Glover You motherfuckers must be thinking real life is CoD But when I’m done with you I will instill the fear of God Sike naw, y’all bums ain’t even worth it, son Fucking the game, don’t interrupt me when I’m working, son Taking over now, I’ll holla when I’m done Shout out to Definition, I’m out, one