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Keep Pushinn (Remix)
03:01
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Chill the focus through the lyrics there's a lesson to be learned. Intimate in sealing, sexually insured. I've written pounds of rhymes, you can hear em' word for word. Bitches love in the way I make these similes curve. Emcee Cupid on the mic', I got that wedding game bitch I got CIF Championships as wedding rings I've learned a lot through my rights and now I'm on to better things. I remember as a kid I was into propeller planes. See these rappers wasn't ready now they think they gettin' served. Few years back was dealin' facts. We have concurred, take that back ya'll rhymes was whack, ya'll niccas gettin' swerved. I controlled the skies whenever visions had been blurred. The prophecy of martyrs it was written in gold, buried deep beneath the surface, uncover the stone. And find the eyes will open wide, witness and behold, the history of human kind dark within its tone.
I'm nothin' knew, old style like I'm from the 80's. Cold Hearted too, ice gets me a little shady. I'm turnin' Blu, dream's cloudy in distinctive minds. You get the clue, she's drownin' in that purple gravy. What can you do? Old style like I'm from the 80's. Cold Hearted too, ice gets me a little shady. I'm turnin' Blu, dream's cloudy in distinctive minds. You get the clue, she's drownin' in that purple gravy. What can you do?
Gettin' up off this dirty pavement, now back to the basics. Hustlin' these raps, prior to your amazement. Would like to take a moment to clear up the engagement, no longer will this race become forced into enslavement. The time is now to with hold this level of greatness. With Ajani on the mic, poetry's a Porche Cayman, smooth sailing throughout the lands. Beautiful from hand to hand. Unity through written fables. Fiction less the realest man. See some people are on this earth for one reason. To spread messages and prophecies before you leave it. Most people don't understand the changing seasons. Their purpose depends on, who you believe in. I'm here to spread a message I have a story to tell haven't gotten to the end, but I know I will prevail. The power of a mind in a body that is frail, is stronger than the mind of a body in a cell.
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The Howl
01:40
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Slugs, to the brains, all day. I'm sleep, and I'm also awake at the same damn time while we getting money. Yeah we making it. We getting them greens. And you know I'm looking, I'm looking like a fiend. Cause I'm out in the streets with my team. Yeah you know, what's up, do it with the cream. Cash rule, everything around me. Yeah check out the fly rhyming scheme when I, pull up, just cruising, ya know I do it, with the music. In my left hand, It's a raifule, and in my right, It's a sniper. Yeah he'll shoot ya, he'll shoot ya down. He'll make you look stupid, look like a clown. Yeah I gotcha, in the wrist. I got it good, I got the dis' because It's straight gold coming out the mouth, coming out the south, and we reroute. Sucka' free, you know me. I stay with them suckas', leave em' lonely. Cause I'm cool. Just like the name. I gotta slay everyday. Already know it's coming out the brain. Already know you bout' to pay. Already know, everybody know, me. Had to hit em' on time with the free. Style. (ambient laughter)
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3. |
Freestyle 02
03:06
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Catch me rhyming with my nap sack on fully strapped in the back of the 'lac yeah that's how we in tact that's how we do where I'm, how we do it where I'm at yeah you know I'm from that gat you know where them bullets spray everyday on the street tasting pavement. Nahh... I got to taste, the enslavement, of my hometown, in my crib. Take it to the ribs all day that's what it is. Where I grew up, hear a lot of sounds. A lot of eerie frights and a lot of eerie clouds. I just come with the plight when I flow. Flowing out of sight on these hoes, ya know. But these girls never really liked the kid, so I just hit the spliff, and I let it bliss out he mind. Out the trap, from inside, yeah that's what I rhyme, yeah that's what's sublime, in the mind. Uh, yeah. I can't find find the source of it all, I just hit the source code. And then I flow, from out the soul you know. It's so easy when I do it. I just do it to it. I just groove with the music. With the capital K on the name that's K-A-I take it to the brain cuz' these words I slay It's coming out the mouth. It's coming out the south yeah you know we re wri... We reroute. Uh, yeah. We reroute all the tensions through groove movements. Reroute the tension through the coolness. This is eternal bliss, when I'm flowing from page to page but, I'm straight spitting from, right out the brain so I can't see, and I also can't say what I want to. So I just hit the hay. In the mind. Yeah that's how we do it every time with the rhyme. The, R-H-Y, to the M-E, you know they fear me, say it backwards, that it'll hear me. Now you see it clearly. The vision I'm speaking. You know it's, re-written. When the speakers is bleeding. Uh, yeah. That's how I spit real light. Yeah, I gotta flow every site, that I see. When the eye's are closed the tempani is just from the rear-view. So cool, and so cute, at the same time. Coming to a station near you, this is Kai. But you can call me Ajani, yeah. That's what I like. It's yes. Like a Y to the E to the S.
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4. |
1995
03:30
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They often say I'm underrated. I don't debate it cous' I honestly don't rap about the latest. The women are degraded nigas feeling like they hated catchin feelings geetin' faded seeing money in they hands and feeling famous. I used to only listen to the greatest. Mos Def, gang starr, Tupac, were on repeat on all my playlists. Anime stories a key to inspiration. Jazz influenced most of my favorites. Combine that with an old soul, looking through my window seeing corners were constantly regulated. Everyday in school, accepted but wasn't cool often sat alone shaded mind was always occupated often deep in contemplation. Free of obligations. Deep in segregation wasn't worried bout the hatred. Poetic mind state and elevating crime rates no rhyme slate for rhyme sake, I had to write what was creative.
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5. |
S l a t e - Always
02:18
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The truth will set you free, that's what it told me. Until I saw the bitter pictures of an old team. Until I saw the bitter bitches of an old seed. Understand my past but what the fuck that all mean, I mean... We as people, here and for eternity so well I spread disease I spit flame and burn the infirmary. Listen in my lyrics I get so deep cut like surgery have vividly in grade school with two towers know you heard of me. Life might be a bitch go paint a plaque like licorice you taking licks like lollipops so stop the pointless bickering. Now rappers get molliwhopped my fists are made with glycerin that beef is Dolly Parton old shit is what you getting with. Life's a bitch so just tell me when to fall back. Got my ex asking me when she can call back. After auditions I pray to get a call back. Modelings like a fight they just aim at where my jaw at. Smile, like you just got a new toy. I'm staple instinctive peoples faces to prove a new point. Grand strength in this competition I'm topping the top decision replacing this cop provision with new ploys. I'm a doctor adopting the God of pop in the pocket of 'Pac, in vein so, I don't go insane. Hate me, I'm a game level you can't beat. All you do is dream-cast I'm the one out three sixty. Spin the world back on its axis the fact is you lack passion in fact I just joined the faction I have while the slaps in facts son. You're with hood shit like trayvon I want to be a rapper but they always say my name wrong. I want to be a rapper but they always play them same songs. Same songs. Bruh I'm dope. What you using bruh to cope. What you doing bruh to float. What you choosing on your life, what you using I'm so graphically ambiguous, my skill is so ridiculous at first they had me really blue but now these haters listening fuck ya'll.
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6. |
Louisiana
02:20
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Let it be known I'm from the state of Louisiana. It's that ghutta life you'll see the goons sporting bandanas. Gangs be on the move so hide your wife and hide your cannon. And give a big salute to homeys who be driving Phantoms.
From virgins to vermon was surely expected, the higher ups never let us get a word in I guess we were neglected. Was such a pure friend. See we respected the corrected, left behind words to cool wind.... "From the spliff that I lift and inhale," my third eye swells, against enemies that fail to compel. I create spells, redefining their will. Never to be bound within a seal, or a cell.
Whenever I listen, I only listen to the greatest, the substance of past generations is underrated. I'm a great sage, trying to resurrect it that's the latest. Live from the uh, live from the spaceship.
Picking up dime sacks. Thinking somewhere down the road I should decline that. Thinking where I should rewind back. To the lectures, or the defined facts.
In the midst of a recession. Trying to acknowledge the presence of the present, has terrifically engulfed the reason of my direction.
To see where I'm coming from you got to see where I came
I been living in the underground where wisdom escapes
To a beautiful mind
Interact and recline
While fulfilling the pleasure within miraculous eyes
Miracles happen within mysterious ways
Its how god works
Within a prisoners maze
I been lost in a daze
Seizing to pray
See I been under pressure
With a mysterious grace
The homeys relax when i got this dime on my mind
So respect when i demand i need to shine to define
Why my hearts been in pieces to explain all my leashes got all my loyalties even & plus i can flex on my demons
Selling souls to the heathens
Respect the air that u breathing
Cause in the blink of an eye it can all be taken away.
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7. |
Hard Qi Gong
00:56
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Catch me stunting with the best catch you stunting with the deaf I be posted up, on my block, Hot Shot. Can't catch him, rot. I be posted up with the blocks, while the block is hot. It's never cold. Sometimes the sun shine, and then it snow, and then it melt, and then it flow, and then I glow. But you can't see him because, he invisible. Like a lightning storm in the fall. Like a thunderstorm in the spring. He coming at you, while I'm spitting that heat, and you can't run with the sea. Got to swim to the other side. I hit the free style. See it when I R-H to the Y, to the Kai, because that's me.
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8. |
Let Me Flow
02:51
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When you begin to stray afar and become not who you are, then write to understand hidden meanings within the flaw. Begin the exodus then refrain to question us, discovering the rules become brew within it all. Never seek the choices, only intrigue to voices. What would be the lesser the status of the anointed. A jacket made of leather but wooly, described with feather. Highs and lows instilled in the enjoyment. This is the incredible becoming unforgettable the residue of the revenue found in the medical loot. Listen to noiseless, tranquil and appointed the gangsta the gangsta, the rising star. Travel where you won't be long, the deeds that poets sung. You reek of where you from and rich what you become. See your reflection and, see you are only one. The verses are very similar to those in John...
So let me flow
Pen & Pad work I be flashing that bling. Champloo samurai homey that's Gin. Spilling some memories it was me and my team. Spitting that cream, pulling up clean one of the homeys was a fiend while the other would scheme. Recorded every night it was the microphone dream. Ajani steady plot, through the notebook just a jot.Rapping an awful lot, the poems or off the top. In the meantime was Call of Duty Black Ops why? Cous' I was black, yeah, I was the op' meaning I never stop, also it made me. Hot, the ladies would pass & together we taking shots. Away from the shack, cooking burgers set up the shop. Also we had the rock, but fuck, we had the Guap. Millions, off the docks. Roofless, the top of yachts. Proof in the tracks, instrumentals we had to jock.
So let me flow
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9. |
Sittin' Sidewayz
03:51
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You see my pathos, A lot like Kratos. Filled with fateful, wraps that ankle. Grinds til, half past April. Flash in my late, seem so ungrateful. Nowadays shy behave why so hateful? Leave away the lonely haze laid til lay low. Back today we lost our way. Slaving bound to change recognize the will of fame, why so? Painful if i had two fucks to give I'd hand it to my mistress. Rare that you will see me getting wicked with the distress. Hand it to me cous' she get curious when the fifth stretch. Flash it back to take it to the game at 4th n inches. Hobbyist with talents still a jock with discs and syntax. Reduce and loose spirits though I may have found an interest. Check the twos and threes I'm on the come up with my 6th sense.
Valiant, my degrees increase the free from start to sitting sideways.
Finesse
The rocket lee the pockets plea
Entice and cling to rocky theme
The factory of sacks of three
A dime a piece
This bargain bring
Spit at your fling
I'm at the brink
Of shopping sprees
And flashing mink
I make the millions factor me
Discuss the felines in the fleece
How we keep them crowds in peace
And also how we keep the beat
The more I speak the poetry
The more we seek the R.I.P.
Only goal to sail the seas
The homeys trying to sell the scenes
Spent these hustles on a screen
Call it chopping up the greens
Worried about the fees
Fin a let that freedom ring
While haters feel that winter freeze
A winner lead
Divinity the only keys
On the grind to spring a lead
til i bust it break and bleed
Get up posing with my bling
If I said it once, bet I say it again
Facing a blunt, til' I'm facing a friend
Sick of a pump
Bet that player's a pimp
Carry the throne &
Leave the torch on a blimp
See me alone
It's a dimple a dent
Running the temple
The tinted in tents
Kiss me thru the phone
See a seasonal limp
That beast wanna home
Got a six on a hip
Hop to my bitch
She will kangaroo skip
Off of my platter
I'm eating felines and fish
Home base to ladder
To pitching that fifth
Stars and the stripes will
Leave that tour on a strip
Resemble them colors
That boy wanna grip
See men asking what a war want to win
Up in the morning and resting easy at ten
Buried it selling them souls on a whim.
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10. |
St. Talk
02:40
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Twas' a lonely night, not much to do. Said I kick it with the homeys the party be on the roof. So through the tenderloin, few ladies we had to swoop. I be showing you the ropes we kicked it mixing the fruits, of our labor alcohol be in the juice. I be flowing soul patrolling just rhyming inside the loops. Signalling the babes, I'm crazy I'm trying to smash. Foreigners returning to a party, they trying to crash. Had to dip, duck, dive out the shade, out in a flash to the streets I'm tasting pavement, nahh taking in hash. Was camping with my cousins took a train out to the beach. I be free styling with my squad and we wasn't geeked. A little fucking roasted yeah the session was to the beat, think we ran into a couple survivors out on the street. Getting lit, with my crew, couple drinks a couple winks. From the blonde in the pink, about the time to be a freak. While we rolling up the seesh, just analyzing the crease. No we wasn't being brief, had the sand concealing sheets. This a story of my lover, I met up in the past, took a trip out to a tower we travelling kind of fast said knights, finishing last. I'm a bee in shining armor, there's no need to be rash, I'll be all up in that ass I can honestly admit it was a triumph a success. Me and homey hit the blunt, the elevators depressed. Now all I'm really seeing is this fire inside a cave. Ready to light the torch, she was screaming out my name. Couldn't hear a sound, and no others could see the strain. Took my hand below the waist, while we reflected the flame.
Oh Mary, Mary, Mary
I rock the hat back. Got the nap sack. Lately ladies calling Kai Ajani abstract. Can you, feel me. Where all the facts at. They've been waiting for the day that I attack that. Or maybe tap that. See lately I've been feeling like a lab rat.
Oh Mary, Mary, Mary
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11. |
Three In One RMX
02:09
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Sometimes I feel school, was like diversions. So many versions, and still determined. We ditched the classes, became the bastards, I skipped the masters, excelled a little faster. These sheets of knowledge, now reach the masses. Learned from the lashes, we gained combatants. Now say this style the practice. I cue these freedoms, through proper greetings. The time and season, to be the sweetness, the freshest sneakers. Grip on the heater, follow the leader, we riding deeper. They with the sinners, I'm with the winners. We found this kitten, we went and sent her, to fetch the dinner. We up to something, been busy nothing. We trying to function. The crew is lovely, they never cuff me. We quit the club and, they got this one chick, who down to suck dick. We get to fucking, around the way there's, these nigas busting. End of discussion, we hit the spliffy, out in a jiffy, she riding with me, It's quite and simply.
"Three bitches mat black Bentley
Three bitches mat black Bentley
Three bitches mat black Bentley
I send hits it's done quickly
Three bitches mat black Bentley
Three bitches mat black Bentley
Three bitches mat black Bentley
I sent for them they come get me."
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12. |
Genius
02:31
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Posted up like a sentinel
Far from a general
I'm in my own world
I keep my homes thorough
We from the same borough
That love conditional
When that admission close
Just hope she grin at you
And never beat stressed
I keep my peace bless
Stomping the streets, test
Might peep them keys, quest
Then keep it fictional
Call mi definite flow
Swagging in minutes bro
She on mi genitals
I keep these rhymes right
Keep it in mind, tight
You see these blondes nice
We keep it Klondike
You see these bars like
When I go hard twice
We got the lawyers and my whores in my hindsight
See I'm a rap cause'
I never trap blood
Keeping it crip on my lip
With the 'lacs love
Be with a sound bite
I be the scribe, psych
I be the prophet with a rocket I'm a clown aight
Posted up like a sentinel
Far from a general
I'm in my own world
I keep my homes thorough
We from the same borough
That love conditional
When that admission close
Just hope she grin at you
And never beat stressed
I keep my peace bless
Stomping the streets, test
Might peep them keys, quest
Then keep it fictional
Call mi definite flow
Swagging in minutes bro
She on mi genitals
From right to lefts
Like the east to the west
Its a long way home
See the sheets interject
No we never go and fetch
See a lease keep it just
Buying cribs in the north
Through the south see a stretch
Ronins be a mess
See the cops a little less
In and out the courtyard play a little catch
May the best be the better and that better be the best
Never spit the flex
Little vanity instead
Know the streets like the back of my head, sho-nuff
Showing off the little bit a cred
Hopping off the porch just to hop into the bed
Turning up the ac
A little bit of rest
See a little red
Keep it heated on the chest
Heater next to the bed
Know you seeing what you get
Hurricane coming
Never fear and keep it lit
Never easy cousin
Keep it breezy let it sit
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13. |
Grove
03:17
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I got analogies written in the back of my head. I got hoes in my courtyard, stacking my bread. I be on the streets hustling and breaking a leg. On the corner of blocks, painting a canvas in red. I been depressed. Could've been a success but instead. I'm looking over my old mans dying in bed. A wise man once told me that this life was a test, everyone's a threat decided I won't be oppressed I ain't believe him. But when this man decided to rest, I'll never forget the smile he wore through his breath. I'm only twelve living like It's my last days. Clinging to my solemn nights and my failed ways. Had so many fights. So many wrongs left always seemed right. Under the moon, stood as a knight.I always vowed to cling to my sight. I won't give into plight and luck is just the hope of false light. I've been through the struggle time and time and again. You know the feeling of losing all your friends and your kin. Mad violence, everyone here is born to give in. To kill the cycle, you either got to change your name or your skin. But I'll change. I'll change it with a full range of emotion, potent. Don't give into temptation. My mind, body and soul, is at peace. All my constraints are broken. It's my world, and I'll protect it. It is the fate that I have chosen.
I understand that you've been hustling, doing whatever. To keep your strength up, knowing you've seen through forever. Seem like your life on the bench won't last you miss the after school bar-b-ques skipping greens and eating grabs. The rainy days getting bit by mosquitoes. Chilling after dark with the crew playing peaceful. Knowing turmoil deep inside lies within your pride it won't reveal due to circumstances dealt with time. It flies, but not as long as you sing along. Praise the father deep in song I just hope we'd get along. From dusty days to dirty. From dirty days to clean. A vision peaking through the mirror far as time can seem. The spring fling your favorite season. Keep shining I know the reason because one day you'll figure out your soul was gleaming. It still is but in a different view. I'm on the nuance, you know the one perceived within your lu, Jack oh, and jocking styles because you wanted too, and a grown man, been getting by without the clue. Check the pool cue though, you used to be a prime laser. Deep inside your train of thought you used the fly flavor. Seeking knowledge and wisdom and got divine favor. Now literally, walking in the shoes of saviors. The great debator through this microphone, and still waiting on a place that you can call your home.
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14. |
Random Freestyle
03:01
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That's all I got these days is freestyles man. I don't remember these rhymes no more I just jot them down and, put them on a tape. So now I'm on this mic and I got to slay. All I'm saying is slay, giving out the presence. because I bless the presence. Yeah, I'm the manifold, of humanity's trust. A bit of a klutz but, I'm always coming in the clutch. And I know you want to fuck but, you've got to see past that and get the nuts. In the bag, sand witch on ya'll ass. Uh, yeah, you see, I be hitting threes and, I be hitting D's. Double D's. Uh huh, talking about that ass or I'm talking about the hips or I'm talking about the lips. Doesn't matter which. I cum in all of it because I'm a freak, and she know she one. When I do it I always get it done. I write to it, I write pretty fluid. I'm just flowing like I should. Because I'm Ajani, and I got a nice hiney. She with me, and I'm with it. So you know we got to get it, re-writ it. I write, so light, with this pen or, with the pencil, or with the blood, or the ink, on my skin. Yeah, I got that melanin because I'm black, and I'm from Africa heritage. You know we do it, to it. You we write, and do it fluid. Uh, got it, good. Got it, I'm from the hood, and that's official, soldiers get it understood. Yeah you should because, I'm Ajani and I'm also Kai'. Two lives, to bys'.... By me, and by her, by that I mean we. Soldiers spit it free, off the top. That's how I do it, yeah that's how I steady rock. I the shots and I got that pop pop, in the system. So don't even come near, cous' he spitting wisdom, when he steer your head to the right direction, make it glisten. I'm talking about your soul, make you listen. I do this without the dictionary. It's very scary so be wary, because my style it varies.
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15. |
Tha Garage (Rough Cut)
02:42
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We're on this road
Never know when I'll be home
All I know is where I stand
Is far from where I began
We made the choice
Following a greater voice
Just know that if you take my hand
I will be a greater man
Coming from the land where the killers and the snakes roam, with no escape zone. While I was at home, was feeding the mind with thoughts. Eventually became profound and lost. Made sure to strike back like the empire, the fist fighter, just sit tighter. Revealing subliminal's, writer; flavorful feeling it's brighter. Don't mean to be discreet it's just, street; see what this means to me the style's G. You move the music like the music move me, yeah, now back to the sea. This mentality may seem like it's reality; intrinsic ways to seek with no formality. Unknown realms the scenes of the casualties. Microphone bleeds these seems of casually, performing dissertations on your stations proper aim in, acknowledging the patient. Harbor faith and see through altercations, vocal laid and, publish the anguish, while we tune into the famous.
Used to have my feet in the mud, now my feet in the clutch, a victory is a must, have, opportunity a double a dutch. It's the passion that struck, now homeys passing the lust. Was the compassionate crush, collecting laughter and such. We chill to pass the what's up. While ya'll was passing him up, they passing the bucks. Come on we had to be us. That was the moment it struck, that symbols had to be brushed. The treble had to be touched. The bass it had to combust.
We're on this road
Never know when I'll be home
All I know is where I stand
Is far from where I began
We made the choice
Following a greater voice
Just know that if you take my hand
I will be a greater man
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