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Exhibit E
- Remember when I was struggling to write a page
- Filled with rage cuz I was juggling a false stage
- Mumbling over beats with bars that felt underaged
- Used to feel I need to plagiarize cuz I was afraid
- That if I went deep it would be forced and too lame
- The I received a revelation that was calling my name
- Telling me imma be a great name, transform into Voltrons style spitting flames
- I ain’t believe then, I was like 12
- Was too busy tryna to prevail and not fail
- Playing sports without a care of me going to hell
- That life where I was blind and using my emotions as braille
- Till I started writing pieces that could maybe tell
- Stories to the frail, some tales about my self
- Someone told me I got the pen of Lupe meets Def
- I took that to heart I caressed it to my chest
- So sit tight, this lyrical riptide rips pride
- I imbibe with lyrical exercise, Jay Z HOVA vibe
- Abracadabra, you hanging with the true and livin
- That born Canadian hailing out of Richmond
- Shout out to my crew in Sault and those who are boomin Christians
- I was on Rutherford, Nova View, O’Donnell
- North Toronto, south Toronto, north east and plastered
- Really how I’m living in this world full of stuck ups
- Never shading high beams off, speed of in the truck
- And hop out the trunk like what the funk
- Murder beats, murder sheets, murder pedigrees, what’s up?
- That’s why when I hear that tuff talk I never feel ya
- You lookin to happy when you get your cards in
- And the energy you givin off is so unfamiliar
- You need to be realer
- G hit me up on the phone, yo drop the verse
- Another hit me up, told me drop another verse
- G asking where I’ve been, I told him I’ve been building your next hearse
- Without a curse or anything that’ll make you seek church
- So now I’m back throwing hope, could pass a horoscope
- That Great White Hope whipping coke out on your road
- That MRI to Y o u and that Nikki Tesla
- My brains filled with stains of the essences of Jay Electra
- DAMMMNNN KEEPPPP GOINNN
- They call me K to the Y
- That K to you’ll Die
- That K to the Guy who was searching for a life
- And found it while he writes and he doesn’t know Y
- My bars still wear a check check your home scale
- I’m as hot as the pavement when the suns beaming from the ciel
- I’m forming alliances with sciences to dine back with modern man
- My Father told me life was about being part of fam
- Never fading away and becoming a junkie that rides the tram
- That’s why I’m always spitting gats cuz I’m the man
- Out in London, smoking lions as I ride the rams
- Handing out the bread to the wolves disguised as lambs
- And, as you keep hearing my name rock
- You’ll have to hire every sniper you got on the treetops
- Cuz I’m too hot, brash and resilient
- My light is worth a trillion
- I RESSTTT MYYYY CASSSEEEE
- IM 09, 16
- First chapter not DONE
- STILL RHYMING
- PEACE
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