Good Rap Music 歌词
| 歌曲 | Good Rap Music |
| 歌手 | Bahamadia |
| 专辑 | Good Rap Music |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings | |
| But I'm only going to get this one chance | |
| Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on) | |
| Just a feeling I've got, like something's about to happen, but I don't know what | |
| If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble – big trouble – and if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances | |
| You were just what the doctor ordered | |
| I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? | |
| They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot | |
| But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes | |
| I got a laptop in my back pocket | |
| My pen'll go off when I half-cock it | |
| Got a fat knot from that rap profit | |
| Made a living and a killing off it | |
| Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office | |
| With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack | |
| I'm an MC still as honest | |
| But as rude and indecent as all hell | |
| Syllables, killaholic (Kill 'em all with) | |
| This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop | |
| You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap | |
| Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yac | |
| And at the exact same time | |
| I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that | |
| I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table | |
| Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half | |
| Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact | |
| How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack | |
| Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxipad | |
| It's actually disastrously bad for the wack | |
| While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as | |
| I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? | |
| Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard | |
| Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got | |
| Well, to be truthful the blueprint's simply rage and youthful exuberance | |
| Everybody loves to root for a nuisance | |
| Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since | |
| MC's get taken to school with this music | |
| Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme | |
| Now I lead a new school full of students | |
| Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N- | |
| -W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim | |
| Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position | |
| To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' | |
| Roll Hall of Fame | |
| Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames | |
| Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame | |
| On the wall of shame | |
| You fags think it's all a game 'til I walk a flock of flames | |
| Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? | |
| Little gay looking boy | |
| So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy | |
| You witnessing a massacre | |
| Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy | |
| Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say looking boy | |
| You get a thumbs up, pat on the back | |
| And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy | |
| Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? | |
| I got a \"hell yeah\" from Dre looking boy | |
| I'mma work for everything I have | |
| Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy | |
| Basically boy you're never gonna be capable | |
| To keep up with the same pace looking boy | |
| I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar | |
| Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God | |
| Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard | |
| So you be Thor and I'll be Odin | |
| You rodent, I'm omnipotent | |
| Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm totin' | |
| And I should not be woken | |
| I'm the walking dead, but I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating | |
| But I got your mom deep throating | |
| I'm out my ramen noodle | |
| We have nothing in common, poodle | |
| I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil | |
| It's me, my honesty's brutal | |
| But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though | |
| For good at least once in a while | |
| So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle | |
| Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times | |
| But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned | |
| Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime | |
| I know there was a time where once I | |
| Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind | |
| So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine | |
| Appeal with the skin color of mine | |
| You get too big and here they come trying to censor you | |
| Like that one line I said on \"I'm Back\" from the Marshall Mathers LP | |
| One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine | |
| Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine | |
| See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was, but I've Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal | |
| You're stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though | |
| And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for | |
| You're pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows | |
| You're like normal, fuck being normal | |
| And I just bought a new Raygun from the future | |
| To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad | |
| Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether's pad | |
| Singin' to a man while they played piano | |
| Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel | |
| So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day | |
| \"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you\" | |
| Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, (JJ Fad) | |
| Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I'm a human | |
| What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman | |
| Innovative and I'm made of rubber | |
| So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you | |
| I'm never stating, more than never demonstrating | |
| How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating | |
| Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting | |
| For the day that they can say I fell off, they'd be celebrating | |
| Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated | |
| I make elevating music, you make elevator music | |
| Oh, he's too mainstream | |
| Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it | |
| It's not hip hop, it's pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it | |
| With rock, shock rap with Doc | |
| Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it | |
| I don't know how to make songs like that | |
| I don't know what words to use | |
| Let me know when it occurs to you | |
| While I'm ripping any one of these verses diverse as you | |
| It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you | |
| How many verses I gotta murder to prove | |
| That if you're half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too | |
| School flunkie, pill junky | |
| But look at the accolades the skills brung me | |
| Full of myself, but still hungry | |
| I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to | |
| And I'm a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues | |
| But it's still tongue in cheek, fuck you | |
| I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I'm asleep in the front seat | |
| Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky | |
| But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling | |
| Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me | |
| They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate | |
| But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had | |
| Then you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation | |
| And understand the discrimation | |
| But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then | |
| But if I can't batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? | |
| Don't mistake it for Satan | |
| It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas | |
| And take a vacation to trip a broad | |
| And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard | |
| Be a king? Think not - why be a king when you can be a God? |
| Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings | |
| But I' m only going to get this one chance | |
| Something' s wrong, I can feel it Six minutes, Slim Shady, you' re on | |
| Just a feeling I' ve got, like something' s about to happen, but I don' t know what | |
| If that means, what I think it means, we' re in trouble big trouble and if he is as bananas as you say, I' m not taking any chances | |
| You were just what the doctor ordered | |
| I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? | |
| They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot | |
| But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes | |
| I got a laptop in my back pocket | |
| My pen' ll go off when I halfcock it | |
| Got a fat knot from that rap profit | |
| Made a living and a killing off it | |
| Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office | |
| With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nutsack | |
| I' m an MC still as honest | |
| But as rude and indecent as all hell | |
| Syllables, killaholic Kill ' em all with | |
| This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop | |
| You don' t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap | |
| Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidyyac | |
| And at the exact same time | |
| I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I' m practicing that | |
| I' ll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table | |
| Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half | |
| Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact | |
| How could I not blow? All I do is drop Fbombs, feel my wrath of attack | |
| Rappers are having a rough time period, here' s a maxipad | |
| It' s actually disastrously bad for the wack | |
| While I' m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as | |
| I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? | |
| Let me show you maintaining this shit ain' t that hard, that hard | |
| Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got | |
| Well, to be truthful the blueprint' s simply rage and youthful exuberance | |
| Everybody loves to root for a nuisance | |
| Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since | |
| MC' s get taken to school with this music | |
| Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme | |
| Now I lead a new school full of students | |
| Me? I' m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N | |
| W. A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim | |
| Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position | |
| To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' | |
| Roll Hall of Fame | |
| Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames | |
| Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame | |
| On the wall of shame | |
| You fags think it' s all a game ' til I walk a flock of flames | |
| Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? | |
| Little gay looking boy | |
| So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy | |
| You witnessing a massacre | |
| Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy | |
| Oy vey, that boy' s gay, that' s all they say looking boy | |
| You get a thumbs up, pat on the back | |
| And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy | |
| Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? | |
| I got a " hell yeah" from Dre looking boy | |
| I' mma work for everything I have | |
| Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy | |
| Basically boy you' re never gonna be capable | |
| To keep up with the same pace looking boy | |
| I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| The way I' m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar | |
| Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God | |
| Kneel before General Zod this planet' s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard | |
| So you be Thor and I' ll be Odin | |
| You rodent, I' m omnipotent | |
| Let off then I' m reloading immediately with these bombs I' m totin' | |
| And I should not be woken | |
| I' m the walking dead, but I' m just a talking head, a zombie floating | |
| But I got your mom deep throating | |
| I' m out my ramen noodle | |
| We have nothing in common, poodle | |
| I' m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil | |
| It' s me, my honesty' s brutal | |
| But it' s honestly futile if I don' t utilize what I do though | |
| For good at least once in a while | |
| So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle | |
| Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times | |
| But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned | |
| Rappers are hungry looking at me like it' s lunchtime | |
| I know there was a time where once I | |
| Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I' m on my Pharoahe Monch grind | |
| So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine | |
| Appeal with the skin color of mine | |
| You get too big and here they come trying to censor you | |
| Like that one line I said on " I' m Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP | |
| One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine | |
| Put ' em all in a line, add an AK47, a revolver and a nine | |
| See if I get away with it now that I ain' t as big as I was, but I' ve Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal | |
| You' re stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though | |
| And I don' t know what the fuck that you rhyme for | |
| You' re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows | |
| You' re like normal, fuck being normal | |
| And I just bought a new Raygun from the future | |
| To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad | |
| Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether' s pad | |
| Singin' to a man while they played piano | |
| Man, oh man, that was a 24 7 special on the cable channel | |
| So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day | |
| " Hey, Fab, I' mma kill you" | |
| Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, JJ Fad | |
| Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I' m a human | |
| What I gotta do to get it through to you I' m superhuman | |
| Innovative and I' m made of rubber | |
| So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it' ll glue to you | |
| I' m never stating, more than never demonstrating | |
| How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it' s levitating | |
| Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting | |
| For the day that they can say I fell off, they' d be celebrating | |
| Cause I know the way to get ' em motivated | |
| I make elevating music, you make elevator music | |
| Oh, he' s too mainstream | |
| Well, that' s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it | |
| It' s not hip hop, it' s pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it | |
| With rock, shock rap with Doc | |
| Throw on Lose Yourself and make ' em lose it | |
| I don' t know how to make songs like that | |
| I don' t know what words to use | |
| Let me know when it occurs to you | |
| While I' m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you | |
| It' s curtains, I' m inadvertently hurtin' you | |
| How many verses I gotta murder to prove | |
| That if you' re half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too | |
| School flunkie, pill junky | |
| But look at the accolades the skills brung me | |
| Full of myself, but still hungry | |
| I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to | |
| And I' m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues | |
| But it' s still tongue in cheek, fuck you | |
| I' m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I' m asleep in the front seat | |
| Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky | |
| But in my head there' s something I can feel tugging and struggling | |
| Angels fight with devils, here' s what they want from me | |
| They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate | |
| But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had | |
| Then you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation | |
| And understand the discrimation | |
| But fuck it, life' s handing you lemons, make lemonade then | |
| But if I can' t batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? | |
| Don' t mistake it for Satan | |
| It' s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas | |
| And take a vacation to trip a broad | |
| And make her fall on her face and don' t be a retard | |
| Be a king? Think not why be a king when you can be a God? |
| Look, I was gonna go easy on you and not to hurt your feelings | |
| But I' m only going to get this one chance | |
| Something' s wrong, I can feel it Six minutes, Slim Shady, you' re on | |
| Just a feeling I' ve got, like something' s about to happen, but I don' t know what | |
| If that means, what I think it means, we' re in trouble big trouble and if he is as bananas as you say, I' m not taking any chances | |
| You were just what the doctor ordered | |
| I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? | |
| They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot | |
| But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes | |
| I got a laptop in my back pocket | |
| My pen' ll go off when I halfcock it | |
| Got a fat knot from that rap profit | |
| Made a living and a killing off it | |
| Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office | |
| With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nutsack | |
| I' m an MC still as honest | |
| But as rude and indecent as all hell | |
| Syllables, killaholic Kill ' em all with | |
| This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop | |
| You don' t really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap | |
| Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidyyac | |
| And at the exact same time | |
| I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I' m practicing that | |
| I' ll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table | |
| Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half | |
| Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact | |
| How could I not blow? All I do is drop Fbombs, feel my wrath of attack | |
| Rappers are having a rough time period, here' s a maxipad | |
| It' s actually disastrously bad for the wack | |
| While I' m masterfully constructing this masterpiece as | |
| I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slapbox, slapbox? | |
| Let me show you maintaining this shit ain' t that hard, that hard | |
| Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got | |
| Well, to be truthful the blueprint' s simply rage and youthful exuberance | |
| Everybody loves to root for a nuisance | |
| Hit the earth like an asteroid, did nothing but shoot for the moon since | |
| MC' s get taken to school with this music | |
| Cause I use it as a vehicle to bust a rhyme | |
| Now I lead a new school full of students | |
| Me? I' m a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac N | |
| W. A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim | |
| Inspired enough to one day grow up, blow up and be in a position | |
| To meet Run DMC and induct them into the motherfuckin' Rock n' | |
| Roll Hall of Fame | |
| Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames | |
| Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame | |
| On the wall of shame | |
| You fags think it' s all a game ' til I walk a flock of flames | |
| Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking? | |
| Little gay looking boy | |
| So gay I can barely say it with a straight face looking boy | |
| You witnessing a massacre | |
| Like you watching a church gathering take place looking boy | |
| Oy vey, that boy' s gay, that' s all they say looking boy | |
| You get a thumbs up, pat on the back | |
| And a way to go from your label everyday looking boy | |
| Hey, looking boy, what you say looking boy? | |
| I got a " hell yeah" from Dre looking boy | |
| I' mma work for everything I have | |
| Never ask nobody for shit, get outta my face looking boy | |
| Basically boy you' re never gonna be capable | |
| To keep up with the same pace looking boy | |
| I' m beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God | |
| All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod | |
| The way I' m racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar | |
| Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God | |
| Kneel before General Zod this planet' s Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard | |
| So you be Thor and I' ll be Odin | |
| You rodent, I' m omnipotent | |
| Let off then I' m reloading immediately with these bombs I' m totin' | |
| And I should not be woken | |
| I' m the walking dead, but I' m just a talking head, a zombie floating | |
| But I got your mom deep throating | |
| I' m out my ramen noodle | |
| We have nothing in common, poodle | |
| I' m a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil | |
| It' s me, my honesty' s brutal | |
| But it' s honestly futile if I don' t utilize what I do though | |
| For good at least once in a while | |
| So I wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle | |
| Enough rhymes to maybe to try and help get some people through tough times | |
| But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case cause even you unsigned | |
| Rappers are hungry looking at me like it' s lunchtime | |
| I know there was a time where once I | |
| Was king of the underground, but I still rap like I' m on my Pharoahe Monch grind | |
| So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine | |
| Appeal with the skin color of mine | |
| You get too big and here they come trying to censor you | |
| Like that one line I said on " I' m Back" from the Marshall Mathers LP | |
| One where I tried to say I take seven kids from Columbine | |
| Put ' em all in a line, add an AK47, a revolver and a nine | |
| See if I get away with it now that I ain' t as big as I was, but I' ve Morphed into an immortal coming through the portal | |
| You' re stuck in a timewarp from 2004 though | |
| And I don' t know what the fuck that you rhyme for | |
| You' re pointless as Rapunzel with fucking cornrows | |
| You' re like normal, fuck being normal | |
| And I just bought a new Raygun from the future | |
| To just come and shoot ya like when Fabolous made Ray J mad | |
| Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Maywhether' s pad | |
| Singin' to a man while they played piano | |
| Man, oh man, that was a 24 7 special on the cable channel | |
| So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day | |
| " Hey, Fab, I' mma kill you" | |
| Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed, JJ Fad | |
| Uh, sama lamaa duma lamaa you assuming I' m a human | |
| What I gotta do to get it through to you I' m superhuman | |
| Innovative and I' m made of rubber | |
| So that anything you saying ricocheting off of me and it' ll glue to you | |
| I' m never stating, more than never demonstrating | |
| How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it' s levitating | |
| Never fading, and I know that the haters are forever waiting | |
| For the day that they can say I fell off, they' d be celebrating | |
| Cause I know the way to get ' em motivated | |
| I make elevating music, you make elevator music | |
| Oh, he' s too mainstream | |
| Well, that' s what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it | |
| It' s not hip hop, it' s pop, cause I found a hella way to fuse it | |
| With rock, shock rap with Doc | |
| Throw on Lose Yourself and make ' em lose it | |
| I don' t know how to make songs like that | |
| I don' t know what words to use | |
| Let me know when it occurs to you | |
| While I' m ripping any one of these verses diverse as you | |
| It' s curtains, I' m inadvertently hurtin' you | |
| How many verses I gotta murder to prove | |
| That if you' re half as nice at songs you can sacrifice virgins too | |
| School flunkie, pill junky | |
| But look at the accolades the skills brung me | |
| Full of myself, but still hungry | |
| I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to | |
| And I' m a million leagues above you, ill when I speak in tongues | |
| But it' s still tongue in cheek, fuck you | |
| I' m drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel, I' m asleep in the front seat | |
| Bumping Heavy D and the Boys, still chunky, but funky | |
| But in my head there' s something I can feel tugging and struggling | |
| Angels fight with devils, here' s what they want from me | |
| They asking me to eliminate some of the women hate | |
| But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred that I had | |
| Then you may be a little patient and more symphatetic to the situation | |
| And understand the discrimation | |
| But fuck it, life' s handing you lemons, make lemonade then | |
| But if I can' t batter the women how the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then? | |
| Don' t mistake it for Satan | |
| It' s a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas | |
| And take a vacation to trip a broad | |
| And make her fall on her face and don' t be a retard | |
| Be a king? Think not why be a king when you can be a God? |
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