Masta killa et son fils pour le site Peta2 :
“Fur being viewed as a luxury item in the Hip-Hop community is totally wrong,” he added. “You have to think about how many animals were destroyed for you to have a fashion statement, and that’s not right at all.”
OBFCL II toujours annoncé pour Mars 2009
- Raekwon feat GFK - Criminology Part.2
- Raekwon feat GFK, Crooked I - Yes Sir
- Q-Tip feat Raekwon & Busta Rhymes - Renaissance Rap (Remix)
En écoute le son qui réunit tout les Sunz Of Man sur le prochain album de 60 sec Assassin "Remarkable Timing".
L'album est prévu pour le printemps 2009
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Critique d'Afro Samurai Resurrection sur HipHopDX.
"This isn't a commercial Hip-Hop record, you know what I mean? It's got stories and it's an adventure. It's a musical experience"
Ghostface Killah feat Cilvaringz & Shawn Wings - Skunk
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Pris sur le site Allhiphop.com.
RZA présente son top 5 MC.
5. Jadakiss
4. Nas
3. Big Daddy Kane
2. Kool G Rap
1. Wu-Tang (GZA, Raekwon, Ghost)
Son : Hip-Hop Drunkies
Artiste : Tha Alkaholiks feat Ol' Dirty Bastard
Producteur : E-Swift
Album : Wu-Chronicle : Chapter I
Date : Mars 1999
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[Chorus: George Clinton]
Red, Fox is kinda foxy, Mr. Wolf, he's the guy
Who chased Red through the woods and ate grandma
But a dog is a dog, is a dog, is a dog
Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of grandpa
"Ow, be like, wow, with my style" -> Ol' Dirty Bastard
[U-God]
Yo, must I flex my cash, to sex your ass
I wet the ave, when I set my path
The vet don't crash, I'm built to long last
Grab my money clip, I hit the bong fast
Earn my respect, my checks, they better cash
Finger on the trigger, with my nigga Fred Glass
Knuckles is brass, start snuffing you fags
Jumping outta cabs, grabbing money bags
Next shot, right through your hovercraft
You do the math, my acid tongue slash
When will you learn, it's return of Shaft
The Genuine thriller, the Miller Draft
My force might blur, the Porsche'll purr
The apple martini, of course it's stirred
I'll do the honor, the Shaolin bomber
Sharkskin armor, I bring the drama
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Damn, defecating on the map
Wu-Tang taking it back, no faking in the rap
Now, how real is that, these niggas hating on the fact
That the kid is blazing this track, and hating on them back
Yeah, my dough stacked up with O's, who the mack
Ducking po-po, blowing smoke O's in the 'lac
To be exact, don't want no hassle with the Stat'
In the Big Apple, we the rotten apples in the batch, yeah
It's all real, and how the fuck ya'll feeling
Non-stop Park Hilling, on the block, we was killing 'em
The arch villains, when the blood start spilling
And these thugs start squealing, body bags, we was filling 'em
Yeah, now I got it in the smash
The ounce ya man wanted, and a llama in the dash
Me and my comrades, following the cash
And living everyday like tomorrow is the last
[Chorus]
[Hook: George Clinton]
I'm like the Saint Bernard to ya baby when you're lost out in the snow...
Like a coyote out on the desert...
Where the foxes never go...
And the wolves they never go...
[Masta Killa]
Yo, would you recognize a jewel for what it is, when you see it
Or would you take it for something else and get torn the fuck up
Men come together for the common cause
To beat your ass, just because
There's a line you don't cross, offending the boss
While of course, this one's selected for your head shot
I'm back in the yard, again, the bar's calling
Fifteen sets of this'll have you swollen
Ladies like 'damn, papa, you looking right
I'd love to give you some of this pussy and I'm a dyke'
I write when the energy's right to spark friction
DJ cutting and spinning, the back mission
Great poplock ticking, poetry description
For the motion picture, re-enactment
Activated, hired assassin, keep it classic
Rap revolutionary, black, yo pass that
[Chorus]
[Hook]
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Le meilleur producteur Wu Fam ?Merci à tous les participants!
"My first movie score was to Ghost Dog. I'll never forget being in France with [director] Jim Jarmusch, and seeing this lady - she had to be 50 years old. She was a fan of Jim Jarmusch; she definitely wasn't into Hip Hop. She appreciated the soundtrack, and was interested in the artists. I was blown away. Something about this music and the way it fits into the film hits their tastebuds. Ghost Dog turned out to be a real successful soundtrack for us."
RZA parle de la situation du Wu, et de la possibilité d'un prochain album du Clan.
Il parle aussi de Boy Jones, le fils d'ODB.
So far we haven’t recorded anything, but conversations have been coming up though. That’s pretty interesting to hear the conversations come up about maybe us going in and doing one more fuckin’ killer album, but this time just have everybody take they shirt off—even me, take my shirt off from the door. So instead of coming in with your ideas and this and that, everybody just come in naked and build it from there. I think that’s something that we never actually ever did. Usually I had all the ideas or something or some brothers had predetermined ideas, but I think now, it’s like everybody in the crew is a master at what they do. And so we all got to accept that, even me, that as the Abbot I gotta accept that. If we take that approach, I’m pretty sure we would come with something very, very unique. I don’t know if that’s gonna happen, but there are conversations.
Prévu pour le 27 janvier
[Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)]
On the firing line... lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for ya targets
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention
[Raekwon]
Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz get burnt to a crisp
Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
Long armor, construction's on, I'm pro-drama
Catch me in the wildest beefs, I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted, my black ninjas
'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
Priceless like emeralds, check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out, runnin' up in Saks with the ill army
Shake feds, play dead, yo check out what Rae said
Lay on ya hands, let the Branson break bread
High energy, all my niggaz a kin to me
Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki
Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
Nikes with the low goose on and I've been a beast
Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones
Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones
With water, dough, acid and gold classics
All my niggaz who pump, the spirit'll jump out and grab shit
Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets (caskets)
Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing)
[Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)]
Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up (whoa, hold up, hold up)
[Inspectah Deck]
The nozzel aim, rip through ya frame for pocket change
Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein
Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top
Used to be a general, just lost your spot
Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth
Beast mode with the G-Code, cancel 'em out
Son, I've seen hell, fell into the palms of Satan arms
Don that I am made 'em bow in the face of God
Graveyard Shifting, different day, the same thing
The name ring then the chain swing and dames cling
Money green, Maury kicks, whips and new fitteds
(It was all a dream) Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only
Sharp with perfection, homey ,ya mind is a weapon
[Interlude: movie sample]
Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax
Word... Word...
[Chorus: Method Man (U-God)]
First we told y'all niggaz, then we showed y'all niggaz, huh?
(We gon' take it back with this)
By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh?
(We gon' take it back with this)
Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang"
(We gon' take it back with this)
When we was running on the block, you was under ya pops, remember
(We gon' take it back with this... let's go)
[Ghostface Killah]
Armored truck money, Shazam bangles, play the throne like
Julius Caesar, gorilla mob, slash, Killah's gaurd
Fake passports and visas, all of my goons
They be carrying spoons, because boom, he had a massive seizure
Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published
Detroit bitches out of town be dying to fuck us
This is real talk, shank lullabyes
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high
Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's
Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guarding the post
Down low in the 'jects, got it locked in ya area
Ain't tryin' to hurry up
We like rebel niggaz powdered up wilding in the streets of Liberia
No matter the crime, I'm beating the case
If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face
Shitting shanks out, come to court dates
Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine
[U-God]
Talk to me, my criminal mystique
Kick back the boards, six thousand a week
Pay homage, what the don beat, you're a minor threat
I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek
And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork
Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
And the cost ain't cheap, my advice is priceless
Bring back the life that ya thought was lifeless
The Way of the Gun, son, who the nicest?
S.K., no stungun, smooth devices
Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers
In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's
Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers
Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite ya
Fuck that bitch, ya wife don't write ya
Cancel her, buy another one just like her
Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous
Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers
The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers
I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness
[Interlude: movie sample]
The dark, and this place will come here
That's right!
[Chorus]
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Extrait de "George Clinton and his Gangster Of Love", le dernier album de G. Clinton sorti en septembre 2008.
George Clinton feat RZA - Heaven
[Intro: Method Man (Raekwon)]
(Yeah, yeah) Aiyo, how much more for a fifth of Vodka? (Peace beloved)
(Six bottles of Henny, six bottles of Henn) Word, word, let me get that
Herb, yeah, yeah.. (bring that bucket here)
Yeah (get some ice, man, two more bottles of Cru', man, word up)
[Chorus 2X: Freda Payne sample]
I've gone through life pretending
That time will change the ending
[Method Man]
Peace to the God (peace God) pour out a little liquor
Shame On A Nigga, I heard the reaper done came to get ya
So I done copped a fifth of, Vodka, and in your honor
I've grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas
Some say it's bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya
Music got us up off them crack corners
Now I'mma swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty
Damn, it's hurts me, I hate it when brother's go early
[Chorus 2X]
[Raekwon]
Word to my son, he gon' remember you, rubbing on a statue
In his lab, that resemble you, and what it meant to Wu
Us forming like a family, you just blew
You was the chess piece on the board, that made us look true
Watching your pen swish, you love frying kingfish
You the pearl in the ocean, I'm up on the land, pissed
Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer
I know it's real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus
[Chorus 2X]
[GZA]
I became weak when I heard, that his body expired
It was hard for me to believe my brother retired
Suddenly the clock stopped and the room started spinning
How can he walk off the field during the first inning?
I cried like a baby on the way to his place of death
Hate not being there, the minutes before he left
Now I'm in the booth, ten feet from where he lay dead
I think about him on this song and what he might've said
[Chorus 2X]
[Masta Killa]
When I first heard the word, I needed air to clear my head
I know you didn't say what I thought you said, my brother's dead
You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked
Ya'll niggas shouldn't play like that, I know how you feel
Lord, but it's real, and I still can't believe
And my heart still grieves the loss, there's no pretending
Ason Unique, loved wine and fine women
We singing on tour, "ooh baby, we like it raw" (we like it raw)
[Chorus 2X]
[Interlude: Inspectah Deck (over hook)]
Can't pretend...
Some day it gotta come to an end
But I'ma keep you right here dog, real close to my heart
Yeah...
[Inspectah Deck]
I popped a bottle on your born day, God
Tried hard not to cry, I still can't hide the scar
And I still ask, why to God, analyzing your form
As I stood there beside your mom
And I share the blame, cuz you was calling for help, kid
Should've, would've, could've, had the time, I was selfish
I carry on your struggle, each day it really hurts me
I really miss you Russell, hope you forgive me Dirty
[Chorus 2X]
[U-God]
Yo, these walls I wanna crash, and put my fists through
Shout out to Dirty, let the whole world miss you
Reach out and kiss you in your coffin, my heart races
I dropped tears and watch my nigga fall from greatness
It's all wasted, flushed down the drain and
Soon as the news hit me, I bust out with pain and
Rivers I cried, my brother just died
I'mma see you, my nigga, on the other side
[Chorus 2X]
[RZA]
Ah, man, how do I say goodbye?
It's always the good ones that have to die
It's hard to live without you, God, I shouldn't have doubt you
When you said that The Passion of Christ was all about you
From the God Mobile, to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville
Florida to Ohio, to Putnam, to Park Hill
You interrupt the Grammy's said "Wu for the kids"
Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib
Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip
You've been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar
They tried to keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar
So you'll keep ya mouth shut, and not tell the world
Who's who and what's what, and probably go nuts
How we treat them hoes? Dirt, how we treat them hoes?
We fuck 'em in the butt, Dirt
[Chorus]
[Freda Payne sample]
But those mistakes behind me
Cast shadows to remind me
*gong bangs*
*man speaking Mandarin*
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Cela fait un an que Da-Sting.Blogspot est ouvert!!
Merci à tous les lecteurs, réguliers ou occasionnels, aux posteurs de com's, participants aux sondages...
En bonus voici le live du Wu à Montreux, en mp3, track by track!
N'Joy!
Nouveau son du protégé de Ghost et membre de Theodore Unit.
Le son est produit par un duo allemand : Armyfatique. Le son sera sur leur prochain album The Initiation.
[Intro: Streetlife w/ sample (Sunny Valentine)]
We got butter (8X)
(The gun'll go, the gun'll go...
The gun'll go...)
[Raekwon]
Aiyo, one thing for sure, keep you a vault
Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point
Keep niggaz outta ya face, who snakes
Keep bitches in they place, keep the mac in a special place,
Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing
Keep it fly, keep me in the crates
Cuz I will erase shit, on the real, note, you'se a waste
It's right here for you, I will lace you
Rip you and brace you, put a nice W up on ya face
Word to mother, you could get chased
It's nothing to taste, blood on a thug if he gotta go
All I know is, we be giving grace
This is a place, from where we make tapes
We make 'em everywhere, still in all, we be making base
Y'all be making paste, these little niggaz, they be making shapes
Our shit is art, yours is traced
[Chorus: Sunny Valentine]
This is the way that we rolling in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that heat
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go...
[Method Man]
This is, Poverty Island, man, these animals don't run
Slums where the ambulance don't come
Who got the best base? Fiends waiting to smoke some
Approach something, ask him where he getting that coke from
My dudes hug blocks like, samurai shogun
Cuz no V and no ones, equalling no fun
Who want a treat they know, huh? Body to go numb
My woman need funds, plus her hair and her toes done
It is what it is though, you fuck with the kid flow
That make it hard to get dough, the harder to get gold
Harder the piff blow, harder when it snow
The pinky and the wrist glow, this here, what we live for
Get gwop, then get low, but first thought
We gotta get the work off, the gift and the curse, boss
Yeah, see I'm the shit yo, the dirt in the fit, no
Hustling from the get-go, the motto is get more
[Chorus]
[Masta Killa]
We was quiet flashy brothers, strapped all along
With the dirty .38 long, twelve hour shift gate
Took case, state to state, you think he won't hold his weight?
Put ya money on the plate and watch it get scrapped
We get ape up in that club, off that juice and Henn
And it's a no win situation fucking with them
You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim, finger roll a Dutch
Million dollar stages touched, techs, gauges bust
Trust no one, the lone shogun, rugged Timb boot stomper
Damaging lyrical mass destruction launcher
Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break, kid
Peace to my brothers up north, doing state bids
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2: Sunny Valentine]
Whoa... this is the way we be rolling in the club
You know when we roll we be packing .32 snubs
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
[Outro: sample to fade]
We got butter...
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D'après le myspace du groupe l'album devrait être achevé vers le milieu du mois de janvier. On peut donc s'attendre à une très prochaine sortie...
Toujours d'après le myspace l'album à été mixé par Logan Mader.
"Get ready, because the wait is over, and the ground is starting to shake!"
Voici un récapitulatif des sorties Wu-Tang et Wu-Fam de l'année 2008.
Série de vidéos faite durant les lives d'Afu-Ra, Masta Killa & DJ PF Cuttin en Pologne, en septembre dernier. La qualité n'est pas extra, mais ça passe et ca reste sympa!
25/09/08
Mk & Afu-Ra - Living Like That
Masta Killa - One Blood Under W
Masta Killa - Medley
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27/09/08
Mk & Afu-Ra - Living Like That
Masta Killa - Digi Warfare
En bonus l'annonce publicitaire...
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1er extrait de son Street Album "Kinetic Radio", annoncé sur son site internet
D'apres Kinetic.com on retrouvera sur l'album RZA, ODB, Killarmy, Prodigal Sunn...
Il n'y a pas encore de date de sortie précise.
Kinetic - Bitches Know My Name
1er Clip de l'album West Coast Killa Bees, sortie en juillet 2008. La qualité fait peur, espérons qu'un autre version sera dispo rapidement.
Son : Bust Ya Gunz
Artiste : Northstar feat Warcloud
Producteur : Skarekrow
Album : West Coast Killa Bees
Date : Juillet 2008 /Octobre 2004 (Diffusion internet)
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Histoire de bien commencer la nouvelle année, voici un des son de la reédition de "Prince Of New York" :
9th Prince Feat Masta Killa, Killa Sin & Dom Pachino - "Hood Life"
[Chorus: male singer]
This is hood life
All my thugs rolling on dubs, living the good life
This is hood life
Everyday we live our lives, like it's the last time
This is hood life
Baby girl, if you don't know, this is the hood life
This is hood life
[Masta Killa]
Son died wit the gun on his waist
Watch the barrel spin, the rude one beg no friends
Arm self, we bomb for the wealth
And chant, men engage in battle, set the stage
I'm prepared with today's Math, my mic be my rod and staff
All hail, this is Irief Jamel
Chief of the Chee Saw, gun you down southpaw
Still fuck my pussy raw, all praises due to Allah
Who wanna spar mind, on the 64
Truth be the bulletproof, be 'em wit the moo-moof
Truth within reach, born breach, I still teach
Civilization, to all the human families
[Dom Pachino]
Who's the Spanish kid, damage your shit, and he reppin'
To a nasty track, get the crowd moving, just like my weapon
Disrespecting who? Playboy, I thought you knew
Killarmy's a congregation of niggas that'll murder you
We talking prime time, no bells ringing, never heard of you
But if I died, and you fucking with fam, then I'm serving you
Personally, ain't no rehearsing your speech
I give you chills when I come through like a chalkboard screech
I never ask for nothing twice, I usually take it
You'se a tool that don't work right, and usually break it
I'm a keep it real nigga, ya'll usually fake it
Ya'll play around wit bitches, I strip 'em naked
I that hit you wit that Smith & Wess' I found in the lake, kid
Ya'll don't hear me? Then ya'll don't need to be near me
I'm not insane, I think it's just a life of pain
Raps, gats and drugs, just run through my veins
Not to mention, all that life adore
All the times I had to pull out and hit the floor
Exchange shots, empty the clip and serve one more
And if no one got hit, then we call it a draw
It's hood life, if you been there, I don't need to tell you
If you smell like swine or pussy, I don't need to smell you
Play your part, my thoughts is like state of the art
X-rays, don't play, slugs'll rip you apart
[Chorus]
[Killa Sin]
First things first, just let it be known, blow 'em from the dirt
Putting in work to get mine, yo fuck getting jerked
See I find the true shine lie within scent
Blinding these dispising envious niggas who analyzing my men
Ya'll weak cats? I seek and destroy like break beats
I take heat, from the fake in the street, and tap your feet
You know what I mean, don't touch me, rest of ya'll get amped up
Like Guess jeans, but courtesy like dry cleaners specialty
The recipe to me be 36 forms of energy
Born and swarm on, any enemy, remember me?
Last name's heard, and that's my word, you shot back but missed me
You bird, you blazing me is crazy absurd
Handle the cannon like I'm Julius Irv' and ball wit it
Violate and I'mma leave that ass just out the curb
[9th Prince]
Aiyo when lightning strikes my brain, electricity travel through my body
Twenty thugs with snubs, all up in the party
Knight Rider Ferrari, bitches, guns and drugs
Lay around in the dining room
Staten Island Platoon coming soon, money, greed and the law
My lyrics is hot in the summer June
Without Loud Records, my Army make more noise than kaboom
Magazine queen turn fiend for CREAM
She drown in the pool of carasine
Her big mouth is what lead to fire, to the gasoline, she blew up
Like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven
4th Disciple electronic musician
Bitch ass niggas play your position
Examine more bodies than a physician, physician...
[Chorus]
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De l'album "Afro Samurai Resurrection", prévu pour Janvier 2009
[Kool G. Rap]
This religous get made, clean titles through the edge of a blade
Afro bro flow, smoother than '70's suede
Number one headband, hold an edge, you'se a dead man
Noted ID's, IV's or bed pans
Sword still left hand, blood in the red sand
You know where I rep the desert lands wit a desert blam
The baby working my heavy hands, dudes call him Afro
Precise style from big piece to asshole
And y'all talk like I'm the one to listen
I'm on a long mission, dude is gone fishing
Seven thirty early, you beating the dog fisherman
I don't chase 'em or replace 'em, I fish 'em in
I take a him shot, and walk away whistling
Plot on tops of the five fam at the christening
Bubble goose, double loop like the Michelen man
Streets of N.Y.C. to the Michigan, man
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
[Inspectah Deck]
Straight out the woods, where the hoods don't come
It's the legend and I'm second to none, son it's better to run
Try and test before you get to ya gun
You gon' leave wit ya head in the trunk
Sho' nuff I'm a beast on the stretch, realize
You done said ya last words once I reach for the hip
Man don't even give me reason to flip, it's the season to flip
You know the drill, so don't even resist
The kid lives wit the blade, one wit the jungle
Calm and I'm humble, but I said it in the rage
I'm looking for some getback, getback
I'm quick to push ya wig back, nigga shouldn't have did that
Now I'm on your ass like tight pants
All across mountain top, deep water and highlands
See me, see the Indian dance, for all ya'll
I'm death in the flesh, remember my face
[Chorus]
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