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Estoy Podrido (Segismundo Toxicómano)

Hay muchos grupos en la escena alternativa
Lo tienen claro y ni siquiera saben kienes son
Siguen parámetros por todos conocidos
Y dicen cualkier cosa p'a ser políticamente incorrecto

Son perros viejos, llevan años, van de vuelta
Pagan impuestos al gobierno ke critican
Tienen millones, grandes coches, no se cortan
Saben ki lo tienen todo vendiendo solidaridad

Lo he visto por el suelo arrastrado por la inercia del impulso
El dinero lo ha llevado hacia el vacío
Y lo ha soltado en el más alto precipicio
Solis la moda, eso es lo ke me consuela
Pasa el tiempo y se olvida, como todas
Cantando al consumo y sacáis superventas por navidad
El dinero nunca os hará cambiar
Un millón por actuación

Vayas a donde vayas nada te impedirá triunfar
Vayas a donde vayas tras la apariencia la verdad
Vayas a donde vayas la prensa te respetará
Vaya a donde vayas todas tus mierdas comerán

Y ahora vengo yo convertido en un burgués
Gracias a la música, ke me ha visto crecer
Y ahora vengo yo, traficante y mercader
Estoy podrido de la cabeza a los pies

Eagles Cry (T.O.K.)

Ready when yuh ready top shattas anuh guy
wi ready fi die, wi ready fi die
Sen fi di eagle and di pressure wi apply
wi ready fi die-ieeeeee

True...
Nuff bwoys a pose like a shatta
and haffi hide when di eagle dem fly
Neva yet hear shatta holla
well this is what it sounds like
when di dem eagle fly

Suh wit mi fire pon di hip 29 inna di clip
wi ready fi die, ready fi die, wi ready fi die, ready fi die
wi hear some bwoy a sen threat and neva bus di eagle yet
Some fassy betta know weh dem a try

Yo...
Dem try fi stop mi dem nuh waan si mi guh far
A fassy betta low mi cau mi eagle inna mi car
mi jus touch down now mi ready fi di war
suh mind yuh get a telephone scar
Chuh...
Dem nuh know seh bad bwoy nuh stray lef machine too far
guh buck mi one a way when me and mi hawk dem a par
Di red dot spot him and him still a boots war
A nex dead wannabe star

Nuff bwoy a pose like a Shatta
and haffi hide when di eagle dem fly
neva yet hear shatta holla
well this is what it sounds like
when di eagle dem fly

Suh wit mi fire pon di hip 29 inna di clip
wi ready fi die, ready fi die, wi ready fi die, ready fi die
wi hear some bwoy a sen treat and neva bus di eagle yet
Some fassy betta know weh dem a try

So..Mi tell dem fi cool and dem still a sen treat
a war dem want den a war dem aguh get
Seh dem a bad man and neva bus di eagle yet
a couldn't me dem disrespec

Yo Fassy if a war ting, cut up or scar ting bring it on
9 plus one come di whole a dem a fi you alone
we have a coffin roun-a back wi want yuh fit it on
Yuh coulda name Al Capone it nuh matta wi aguh fling it down

Nuff bwoy a pose like a Shatta
and haffi hide when di eagle dem fly
neva yet hear shatta holla
well this is what it sounds like
when di eagle dem fly

Nuff bwoy a pose like a Shatta
and haffi hide when di eagle dem fly
neva yet hear shatta holla
well this is what it sounds like
when di eagle dem fly

Crooked**Nigga (2Pac)




Suddenly I see a nigga I don't like
Got 'em
A smoking**nigga robbed me blind
I got a tek nine now his smoking**is mine
I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke
I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close
He caught me on the sneak tip
Now the punks in deep shit
Catch him on the streets, bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him coming now
** the bullshit, posse deep and lets run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit yah when we meet
Coming quickly up the street, is the punk**police
The first one jumped out and said freeze
I popped him in his knees and shot him punk please
These cops are reminded, and get us as when we rush
Now you clear like a bitch cause you don't know how to hush
Now back to the smoke of the robbery
I tell you like Latifah, mutha-**er give me body
One to the chest, another to his ** dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell 'em to leave me the ** alone
Two very bloody bodies on the streets
A noisey**cop and a nigga that robbed from me
Well from me, back up punk, how you figure
My fingers on the trigga for you
Crooked**niggas
Crooked**niggas
Criminal Behaviour
Suddenly I see a nigga I don't like
[Stretch]
More to come...

Take Stuff From Work (King Missile)

Take stuff from work.
It's the best way to feel better about your job.
Never buy pens or pencils or paper.
Take 'em from work.
Rubber bands, paper clips, memo pads, folders--
Take 'em from work.
It's the best way to feel better about your low pay
and appalling working conditions.
Take an ashtray--they got plenty.
Take coat hangers.
Take a, take a trash can.
Why buy a file cabinet?
Why buy a phone?
Why buy a personal computer or word processor?
Take 'em from work.
I took a whole desk from the last place I worked.
They never noticed and it looks great in my apartment.
Take an electric pencil sharperner.
Take a case of white-out; you might need it one day.
It's your duty as an oppressed worker to steal from your exploiters.
It's gonna be an outstanding day.
Take stuff from work.
And goof off on company time.
I wrote this at work.
They're paying me to write about stuff I steal from them.
Life is good.

The Boss Mobster (Spice 1)




Blaaw!

Verse 1:
Nigga who you think you **in' with?
You ain't no killer I put slugs in niggas opposite leg to get my skrilla
Does a blackflip pull out my gat and blow your**
Twenty paces nine millimeter slugs up in they faces
Ain't no nigga living alive that could vibe
And have me caught up in some bullshit I eat your**up with the full clip
The giggidy giggidy giggidy gangster from the eastside of the Bay
Ballin' outta the hooptie with the 50 clip A.K. Blaaw!
Niggas don't wanna ** with me
Infared was up in your eye when you rolled up to me
I have one bullet up in the chamber ready to put your**to rest
You was strapped with a bullet proff vest and it still went through your chest

You fail to realize the size you **in' with a killer
Boss mobster known to be effective figure (x5)

Hook:
Don't cry when me bleed ya, LR nigga don't let me break you down (x3)

Verse 2:
Don't be **in' with my emotions playa
Cause a nigga will cut your balls off and feed 'em to you
I'd love to do you with this big**tech to get mother**in' respect
Woo-ha put your**in check
Leavin' you hoppin' down the street with half your**hangin' up off your
back
So hold your mother**in' nutsack I'm off the yack nigga
Put your dead homey up in my seat
Open up the door and throw his**out on the concrete
See you can't ** with a killer though
YOu catch me bailin' parlayin' but I have to blast at you nigga though
Keep it on your**on the slundin' with the beenie
Keepin' you mother**ers two dollars short of a martinee
I'm a straight soldier mother**in' player shotcaller boss baller
Poppin' muy **in' collar hopin' you niggas is feelin' me cause I'm born
to die
Catch me runnin' in handcuff don't ask me why

Hook:

Verse 3:
Circular game for murderers coke dealers and deez
Gotta get my uzi for niggas that got that love for me
Gotta pay my dues in this shit can't get the game for free
So at the age of 14 a mother**er was slangin' D
And I've been gang related ever since I came out the womb of my mama
Readly for the mother**in' drama
Seen this Cherokee they start shootin' this bike
Will see I hopped out of the hooptie to take they mother**in' life
Got to bustin' apon they**with the 4-4 watchin' 'em flee
Harder to kill than your average mother**in' G
Suprise niggas I got you cocked up in sight
And Im hopin' I got your punk**won't be makin' home tonight
You cryin' homie that on the reala nigga you fail to realize the size
You **in' with a killer

Hook

Take It How You Want It (Young Gunz)

[Whipser] Rocafella's the army kid.

[Verse 1]
[Chris]
Your digits ain’t rising fam its like you're lactose and tolerant. We got fridges for
the taliban load attire man, betta keep ya set up, million dolla man soon to be we next up, get
wet up I been fresh since a little one bitch I school the others travel from the little gun
force ones. See my rocket’s set?, speak my name and I cock it wet. How can I forget see the
game she the same I tried to get back in grats HEY. Man them bitches bought the gift and the
curse and heard the verse off the track HEY. Bitches please same C wont gas ME. Your boy's
classy for those who don't know Chris. He like Hypnotics mixed with Henney he's ferocious
toasters right beside and clip extending ya suppose to open fire on any nigga that approach us
** roaches most of my niggas from the pro-jects 40-o-ez ** a Moette. Mo' money mo' **
no more stress. And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies, any
coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers and memories and that's real
press my hand and see if my cards reveal. Had to see some of the hardest squeal. Ya'll guard ya
grill.

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
you old enough.

[Verse 2]
[Sparks]
Block ? Yeah nigga. I can tell you why these thugs ride tell you why these thugs die.
And to the day of my demise I'm blowing, I’m blowing my la-la-la-la-la-la, till' I come in off
this high. Till these polies appahend me? Till these pricks still to me I'm doing me. I'm
running crazy thru the city with the two and letting my thing quake on these noonies for even
think that they can do me dirty. I'm nine cluching on the west side of Philly exchanging my war
story with all of my little homies playing the MOB. Who just refuse to get a job so they back
and forth in and out of these correctional facilities. I'm getting phone calls from me? every
week laughing talking bout how the whole block feeling me. And how when he coming home he ride
for me. See that used to be me so I feel him I got love. Got a...

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
you old enough.

[Verse 3]
[Neef]
Yo same o’ same o’ they want me to work more just a year ago they ain’t give ** bout
boy. As far as the bank you can’t get a penny up out yours so don’t tell me shit about family
we starvin’. You helped me stay in this group, I beg your pardon I started this before Chris
nigga don’t forget make he come off the hip on what you saying out cha lips. Swelling on the
past there’s no telling if I’m blast. Put it back in bags still selling to the mass. You move
fast might crash, so I move at my own pace, ain’t no love loss cause I got my own taste. You
don’t put no working hands on my plate, to me that shit is snake. Them referreds? tell me sleep
safe. But wait shhhhhhh. You niggas cake we don’t need no fifths my niggas wiring up the shit
while we tieing up the strip. Got a...

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
you old enough.

[Verse 4]
[Chris]
Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man take it from the gunners ememies won’t
dispute us (nope). They liking heat like in Bermuta, I mack a broad out in Cuba. Touch ya boss
then recruit cha. Neva lost ain’t a loser, been all around the world wit my nigga Jigga ya’ll
chicken scoopers plenty of times, she ain’t getting a penny of mine, I turn your buns into the
cinnamon kind wit one shot, that one block still a envy of mine, like I ain’t come from the
same, I can’t run from the pain nigga, I ain’t run from a thing home they act a fool when they
get hot. I turn the sun into rain though something the game lost another one to the game. So
when bodies drop nuttin ashame. Just a big payback boy ya handguns’ll bring the big K’s back.
And spray back about a hundred and change.

[Chorus]
[Chris (Neef)]
(Got a) Whole lot of loving. (Got a) Whole lot of soul. (Round a) Whole lot of
thuggin' but baby that's how I roll. (Round a) Whole lot of niggas. (Round a) Whole lot of
hoes. (Make a) Whole lot of digits becuz I'm sick with the flows. (Mamis) leaving they niggas
(yeah). Leave wit a nigga (yeah). They like oh that's that young nigga that Sigel be with
(yeah). I think he ready ohh girl I gotta roll it up. They be like bitch you can get it long as
you old enough.

[Verse 5]
[Chris (background)]
You dudes ain’t bout nuttin’ (yeah) but you front and you’re lame (yeah).
Since I was young and if I want it I claim and I got that. Niggas start blobbin’ off names
where my block at. So I got a spot in the game off my profit. And I lock that ya’ll cant do it
no betta so why not get. Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label, Property's the crew that
I'm reppin’, two in possession like who wanna test us..HUH?

You dudes ain’t bout nothing but you front and you’re lame. Since I was young and if I want
it I claim and I got that. Niggas start blobbin’ off names where my block at. So I got a spot
in the game off my profit (snitches). And I lock that ya’ll cant do it no betta so why not get.
Soon to be legends Roc-A-Fella's the label, Property's the crew that I'm reppin’, two in
possession like who wanna test us..HUH? NUCCA WHAT? WA?

Face Facts (Kottonmouth Kings)

Figured out long time ago
Nothing's as it seems don't you know
Go underground if you want the scoop
Cuz the po**tion's out the loop

You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams
D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van,
X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him "What's the plan?"
He took a hit, blew out his rip
And said, "Let's plant the land"

Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin
Don't hate me because I got the country buzzin
Leave cats shocked, you know the crowd be jumpin
On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion
My real name's Dustin, I spit these customs
AKA D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin
Don't be mad, be glad, tell your dad
Cuz I be spittin' rhymes you never knew I even had
(??) (into the store?), double parked and got a ticket
By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty
He started twitchin, fingers clickin
While he's bitchin, and I snapped
I had a vision, I was leading in the useless race
I had the pole position, no but kiddin'
And I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen
I was dishin' out some sacks, and me and Loc, well we were fishin
I keep wishin' that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candy flippin

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Think you can out smoke me, well I'm calling you a liar
Cuz my bowl, I set it on fire
I'm on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB
Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each
No leaves, they're clipped clean
But the few they hit the bing
Then my phone rings, my boy askin what he need to bring
I said some coligreen, some kale, some pot, and some ale
And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh...Michelle
Ah what the hell, just put out the word
Any hottie with the nerve, Richter said that he will serve

Graduated high school back in '95,started writin' rhymes
Laid low, I'm hard to find
A kid like me, no less, I'm kinda fresh
Discovered the weed, took a hit and got blessed
I'm not the best, just flexed on the next
Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed
I'll give it all I got, put the game to a test
Keep writin' rhymes and forget about the rest

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Ooh damn, there he goes again
Throwin' his cigarettes out the window
Blowin' fog with logs, sticky indo
You know it comes a dime a dozen
Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cut and
Woo, I think I'll pass on the brew
And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you know who

Well, I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore
Goin' up or goin' down, where's the elevator door?
Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor
Black Flag's in my speakers blarin' "Gimme some more"
Nowadays I stay blazed, a hundred ways, my brain's crazed
Gone like those punk days, I'm stackin' chips like Frito, Lays
I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills
Funny looking pills, million dollar deals
Three day orgys in the Hollywood Hills, for real
I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs
Smokin' spliffs by the cliffs
And you and your crew's talking about "What if...?"'s

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of reggae Sundays
Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must
Burnin' spliffs to tell (??), hittin' little Jamaica's rockin record shops
(??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones, (??)
All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of punk rock ways
Babylon could never rock our boat, all I need (??)
That's what's really goin' on, life's too short to be a victim
If you don't like what you got, respond
When time has come to make a move, down to you to come up and prove
It's time to make a change, so chose

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Ganja business controls America

Rock Star (Non Phixion)

"And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening..."
"Very Special... Please welcome to the stage..."

(Goretex)
Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn bullshit
I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope tits
Call me Necor, set the coke surviving the sticks
Got my name all in your mouth like your liable to brick
Click me on the tube, chain swinging down to my shoes
Light up the room, african boom, spark it and zoom
Disciple of rock, the type to range rifles and cops
I'm spiteful, fake's get left shaking like Michael J. Fox

(Ill Bill)
?? the age affected me through accupuncture
Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect
Wrap her in ??, with Blood red to Crip blue
My shit's to colorful, running through with a hundred goons and maniacs
If a bitch like to suck dick, she a brainiac
Bust up in they mouth piece, see how they react, take it back
Like a instant replay, live in the PJ's, watching my Uncle freebase
Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face
I learn to love my trees lace, the way the PCP taste
The way it make me see things, old school dice spot bills and sheep skins
As I write, yes I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and Tims
Thinking where I'm going be in 2007
Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in Heaven
I be chillin on the beach in the South of Venice
Or merking the President live on Channel 7

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches] - repeat 2X

"Coming through rocking"
"Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" (Inspectah Deck)
"Non-Phixion"
"Unadulterated"
"Emcee's"

(Sabac Red)
I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice
My crew's nice, late night at the corners we shooting dice
It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, tims, ??
Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting loosely
Who'll be, in a black drop, with his hat cocked, that can't block
Puff on the stove, get spit in snapshots
I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz
Own a crib, do my shit, in the streets, that's how it is

(Ill Bill)
If I say Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic
My shit's hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipe
These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch period's
I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience
A ** movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it
Like Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dime bitches
Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator
Canarsie to Pennsylvania
"Wild..."
"Like..."
"Rock...Rockstars"
"Who...Who smash guitars"

Chorus 1x

(Goretex)
Break with me your out, bang you with shells and heaters out
Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, bitches and pimps
Cripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks
Street poet, speak the essence, what's realer than this
Up in the club smoked out coke, the feeling of Cris
You lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick
Taking my record label hostage if they stompin my shit

(Sabac Red)
I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs
Now it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and drugs
Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs, be them Underground thugs
Stay street but got new found love, take a Continental, driver rental
Travel the globe, Non Phixion to the end worldwide we rock shows
Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Drysneck
Hold your drink up, and make a toast to how the gods get

[Chorus] - 2x

No Veis (El Ultimo Ke Zierre)

Se escuchaba en el deslunado

cuando todo estaba callado,

maldecía las mañanas

y a gritos nos avisaba.

No veis que estamos locos,

no veis que somos presos,

no veis que estamos locos.

Al principio daba risa,

al principio daba pena.

Atentó contra su vida

pero nunca tuvo suerte.

Cien heridas en su cuerpo,

varios escapes de gas,

inundó la vecindad

mientras se le oía gritar

¿No veis que estamos locos?,

¿no veis que somos presos?,

no veis que estamos locos.

Un incendio fue la última

que hizo en plena libertad.

Los guardias se lo llevaron

y a golpes no lo callaron.

¿No veis que estamos locos?.

I Do (Chingy)

{Intro}
Chingy, Track Stars dirty, well I got a caprice on 24's, i got a range rover with spinners. i got an imparler with beat lets go.


{Chrous (x2)}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)


{Verse 1}
But i do know this may be a single when i walk my chains on so it my jingle if she give me brainzz on. The haters know were my crew so famous that i cant go no wherin tha lou You name it the mall the gas station dem people be waiting to see me hop in sumin hating all them duece duece skating, runnin it like walter payton until u fuked it its so blatent fuk the paper im savin my bank acount is amazin. im ratin my self a 20 im takin my self a 20 im doin this show for 20 then holla at me this 20 about money i gots ta make stack up a couple hundred mill then take my**a break.


{Chrous (x2)}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)


{Verse 2}
I gotta 75 caprice in my yard! a loui drop top graphics man its hard! custom made interior dirrty its the shit ratin spins n spokes 24s on it. yep gotta tv and steerin wheels like luda n if u run up on me look dirrty ill shoot ya
G.i.b 1 on my customized plates slide alot bottles dont never come fake.. im about to hit lillian just past clackston whippin with a peice thats better than tony braxtons ain't no right no rythem in with my few team bumps i got the 3 amps and the woofers in my trunk yeyah i no u money hungry hoes wanna roll with trick u no i ride nothin less than them dubs.

{Chrous x2}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)

Pretty honey hit me...lookin good
Right sittin on the banks ...lookin good
Hundred thousand round my neck...lookin good
Cappers tryin to run up ...I know she would

I role wit nuttin but ballas with 26's with them chrome rims.
Rims on da truck make them heffers get hypnotized quick.
Candy colored paintin makin new tricks fanu's this.
Bars on my tucker time to step up into my wip.
O.G. blue secrets money makin you foo's sick.
Us like ur thurr my dirtys flipin some hoe bricks.

I don' give a daaamn... If you don' give a daaamn.
I'm a stunt i'm gunna go an' let us know who I am.

cars, clothes, money, ice, straps, clips, hoe's, dikes, magnums, freaks, house, price, 1, point, 5, LIFE

{Chrous x2}
I do ride Bentleys and coupes,
But I don't give away all my lou.
trick four've us and a tramp - I won't (I won't)
Ride less then twenty inches I don't (I don't)

But I do.........


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