Exhibit A

OCP, we four corners of a round table/
No legends, no myths, and we are no fables/
sitting back at the kick back/
Dave produced a L, PJ spit the fire and kindly lit that/
Frost cooled out when he first felt that,
we reminis as we pulling on the spliff/
steady sipping henny as we heavy talking shit/
In the presence of fam we forget how the clock tick/
ganja and the alcohol poisoning our minds but we spit is toxic/
mumbling and stumbling from our mouths mu'fucking words begin fumbling/
but its nothing as everything in the world starts to become something/
In tune like guitar strings together as we contemplate life/
it's life chilling in the afterlife with Moses, Ghandi, Muhamad, and Christ/
sitting listening to discussions getting deep beyond the Mariana's/
what they decree speaking in degrees that defy our understanding/
using ancient mathematics use and abuse while computing modern man/
Weez Pipez and Wayne all arguing again, damn/
seeing the mystic tongues and i'm hearing the sweet perfumes/
I think my speaking through my touch got me feeling the tasteless morsels of doom/
churning knowledge and wisdom begetting understanding/
take another hit these voices in my head are so demanding/
they doing all the planning but I'm still not comprehending/
till all doubts and beliefs are all but abandoned/
in my wildest dreams, this is some shit I can't imagine/
speaking in sonicboom move round at light speed/
obsessed with getting them stacks of green leaves,
and stacks of light green G's/
and blowing on this good weed got me 20,000 leagues above sea/
As I sigh let it be/
there will never be peace in the Middle East/