Exhibit D

[Intro]
I Hope They Hear Me! Uh
Dee-Uno
Shout out to Jay Electronica, man
That boy from the N.O.
Yeah, let's go
Put your hands up (Okay)
(Yeah, I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a boulder)
(I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a boulder)
Put your hands up
Put your hands up (Yeah)
Dee-1
Let's go (Okay, okay)

[Verse 1]
What's the sense of playing in the game if nobody knows your name?
Or carrying the torch if you're scared of the flames?
Or mishandling fame, now you're in the hall of shame?
I'm scared to waste my life, I hope you feel the same
I hope you understand I'm [?]
But humble enough never to test my king
A bird once took a (shh) on my head
I wish I had it on tape, I'd instant replay it
You should've seen it, man
So now I'm staring at the sky with an evil eye wondering why
But meanwhile standing close by
The homeless man me and my boys was making fun of started laughing at me
That's the day I learned that revenge is sweet
I used to wanna reach everybody but then I thought about it
Many nights me and my conscious even fought about it
Mild depression, I had it then I thought about it
Now I turn on a beat and produce art about it
(Yeah, look)
And this is all about the people
Mannie Fresh hit me with a voicemail saying "Hey dude, the game need you"
9th Wonder texting me "Ayy, your ears hot, homie"
And Mac said "Please don't lose what you got, homie"
So I'm not, homie
'Cause I'm one of the souls that was inspired by the late-great Pac, homie
We won't stop, homie, 'til we drop, homie
How you ain't heard 'bout me? I done did a lot, homie
(Yeah, look, that's real talk though, check it)

[Verse 2]
Now I'm in your headphones, it don't stop, homie
It's one of me up in barbershop, homie
You know that dude who just get the job done
He ain't overly flashy but everybody love son
'Cause he jokes when it's time to joke, work when it's time to work
Ride when it's time to ride, help y'all when y'all hurt
I'm planting seeds on the enemy's dirt
I'm even doing concerts on the enemy's turf

[Interlude]
Man, look, let me give a shout out right quick

[Verse 3]
Shout out to my homie Silky Slim
He came home after thirteen in the pen
Now he's back on the streets and he's getting it in
Except this time he's saving lives, it's so motivating
When they don't understand you, that's when they go to hating
Yeah, you good at social commentary and debating
But you steady procrastinating
While me and my people out here on the frontline demonstrating
(I know you see us, man, look)
(And the battle continues)

[Verse 4]
I walk like I got, talk like I got
Think like I got, write like I got no handcuff
People tap my ol' lady saying "Your man tough
'Cause his verses make the hairs on my arm stand up"
I'm on the road to success with no GPS
With God as my co-pilot, I navigate through the stress
Navigate through the mess, navigate through the wrecks
And all I got was a bruised thumb (Yes)

[Outro]
They be like "Dee, he blessed"
I know (Man, I know)
Trust me, I know (Uh)
Yeah, man, so I got into another bad wreck
But I emerged victorious, you heard me
God by my side so no man can harm me, shoot
Shout out to all the people that gave me rides when I ain't have no whip
Matter fact I still ain't got no whip as I'm recording this
So sad, yes, I need a ride home
Shout out to the people at the towing place, they gave me the run around
Y'all got it coming to y'all, man
It ain't-it ain't even from me
But y'all got it coming to y'all, man
Y'all know what y'all did, man
Giving me a headache behind all that foolishness
You know what I mean?
I'm still here, baby, it's my year, baby
No fear, baby, uh (Uh)
Dee-1 (Yeah, buddy)