Exhibit C Tribute

(アルバム： Get Twisted Sundays Vol. 1 - 2017)

Legendary, look

I ain't gon' wait 'til the beat drop
I'ma get it while it's warm and start to form this heat rock
I spit classic complex progressions, my whole flow is bebop
I bless demographics with lessons 'cause my bars are sheetrock
That's hard, these scars gon' get me to the treetops
I'm different now but I used to keep my eye on tail like peacocks
Changed my perspective, got selective on what line I eavesdrop
Switched to the main one then refrained from all the dames that p-popped
They were thotties, used to smash 'em as hobbies
But I'm godly, no prob'ly, I bring Yeshua to the hood
Mama need him, met Fat, she said, "Yes, you're blessed and you could"
My cousin whole life a mess 'cause he stay obsessed with the joog
I try to confess, I'm blessed even when my life dark as Suge's
Last name, that's Knight, don't get it? You prob'ly snoozing
I make it clearest my dearest whenever the spirit moving
I'm trying to spark a reunion, bring back all the real rappers
Donald Trump won the President, preacher say that the rapture
Is coming so we on our knees praying to get acceptance
If we made in his image then why can't I see reflections of love?
They project us as thugs and my partnas need hugs
We straight out of the mud, I told my pops I'm the plug
For purpose, passion, talent, skills and everything that's above
Hell, the poverty line
If I ain't the best then they probably lying
The flow touch souls, boy, it's probably divine
And the whole wrist gold but I hardly got time
For Facebook posts that are partly designed
To place fake hope in the partially blind
I told Ms. Rogers she ought to be mine
And we start dating, practice abstinence to dodge satan
I'm cool with waiting but swear it took revelations
And genesis, matter fact a whole biblical compilation
The defense of Gary Payton and hella spiritual patrons
To help me, 'cause I was trying to GTD
Like Tommy on season two, probably episode sixteen
Of Martin, man RIP Tommy Ford
But please, check that episode just to see how much more
I put into every score I pen, scrub the floor with men
Who say they rap but good as industry whores within
I'm done, bring the chorus back in
Yeah, yeah
Bring the chorus back in

Oh Lord hear me