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