Still Motion, by Natti

Still Motion

by Natti

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1.	Still Motion 01:31	lyrics	buy track

2.	Another Galaxy 03:59	lyrics	buy track

3.	All I Need 03:45	lyrics	buy track

4.	Bright Lights Big City 02:45	lyrics	buy track

5.	Late Night Cruise f. Young Chu 03:01	lyrics	buy track

6.	You Black Bastard (Skit) 00:41		buy track
7.	Just Like You f. Freddie Gibbs & Studio 03:00	lyrics	buy track

8.	Pusher Man f. Mino Slick 02:44	lyrics	buy track

9.	Filthy Hard 02:41	lyrics	buy track

10.	G.O.R. (Gods of Rap) f. Sheisty Khrist & Vegas Posada 04:32	lyrics	buy track

11.	Architecture f. Sha Stimuli & Substantial 03:39	lyrics	buy track

12.	Black Diamonds f. Jason Coffey 02:52	lyrics	buy track

13.	Miss America (Skit) 00:37		buy track
14.	Allegiance f. Cecil Gardner 03:19	lyrics	buy track

15.	Underground Railroad f. Mino Slick 03:25	lyrics	buy track

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released September 24, 2013

Tracks 1, 3, 4, 5, 8, 10, 11, 12, 14 & 15 Produced by Deacon The Villain
Tracks 2, 7, 9 Produced by Kno
Track 14 Co-produced by SunnyStylez

Additional vocals 1, 3, 5, 9, 10, 14 by Deacon The Villain

Executive Produced by Deacon The Villain & Kno

Album Recorded at A Piece of Strange Studios (GA), Nitrosonic Recording (KY), Salem Psalms Library (GA) & Saint Claire Recording Company (KY)

Mastered by Brian "Change" Penney at www.TheDenDigitalStudios.com
Artwork by GodTail

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Track Name: Still Motion: Allow me to introduce myself
Roll up a blunt and induce myself
Crumbling herb over top of the words written I'm sitting in dro smoke
Trying to lose myself
Trapped in a life grasping a mic that’s been right for a felon on the loose
Instead of cops flashing a light I'm catching a flight
Blowing my pipes out just leaking out the truth
See what Reefa do
Natti bout as country as a mullet in a UK blue Trans-am
Blowing out fruit in the passenger side of the coup of a pretty bitch
That you can't stand
Two can Sam
Blowers in both doors I chose Pepsi in the midst of the coke wars
Make dope boys wonder what is he dope for?
What music has hoped for so we don't wait no more we still in motion

Hook

I think it’s time to let it go
So long it’s had a hold on me (I think it’s time)
Paranoia
I think it’s time to let it go
So long it’s had a hold on me (I think it’s time)
Stress
I think it’s time to let it go
So long it’s had a hold on me (I think it’s time)
Jealousy, Greed, Envy
I think it’s time to let it go
So long it’s had a hold on me
Track Name: Another Galaxy: I'm lifted drifting in clouds I created
In a world full of sadiddy I'm sedated
Faded
But not barbershop related
More like a jump shot leaned back and made it
Kush
Soaring through the sky so high
Gravity no longer applies
In search of truth while the world spin on lies
Revised televised tell me lies tell me lies
Life is a gamble mark the cards load the dice
Backstabbers find the best spines to bury knives
May they die the true death addicted to every vice
See the barrel and catch every bullet like Jerry rice
I feel like Simon Phoenix unthawed and we all nice
Rappin soft as hospital Cotten is alright alright
Dressed like Brian McKnight in all white pants tight
Till they west story and prance light and dance fight
Damit This is not my planet
At least I hope not cuz I really can't stand it
If it is so be it I speak it how I see it
Let that be the dirty acres flag pledge allegiance

Hook

We lifted drifting in clouds we created
In a world full of sadiddy we sedated
Faded
But not barbershop related
More like a jumpshot leaned back we made it
Free
Free as the bird I'm flippin the earth
Feed em sour d by the Oscar flippin the earth
Run in the blunt catchin the rapture rippin the earth
Shotgunin a dime with an extra clip in her purse
The type Of chick to suggest that u sit and build with her first
Grew up singing in church but dreamed of being a nurse
Sayin this that and the first about which rappers she twerked
Then she blah blah blah I blasted off to the stars
I'm huffin dro out these jars
My mind travelin throughout bars
I blazed so far to the future my kids were in flying cars
I’m set on invading Venus you keep the penis on mars
A few medicinal additions and a box of Cuban cigars
All I need to escape is some cryptonite and cape
A samsonite and some tape for some high shit that I'm building
While I'm starring lost at the ceiling, and the paint on the walls is
peelin
Hear tires on the block squealing and back to earth with the billions
Track Name: All I Need: No bags under my eyes
Baggies without the eyes
My chick sittin thick twisting swishas ova her thighs
And keep her hand sittin’ ‘bout waist high
Give her the eye touch she give me face time.
All I need is to proceed stayin black and die
Avoiding penguins suited up just actin fly
I need my jeans to fit loose so the hammer ain't tight
Patiently stacking paper where the cameras ain't bright
I need a way to stripp the stripper glitter outta my clothes
And keep the twinkle out my eye when ass is outta control and keep money out the sky as she
slide down the pole watch knights that kill niggas
‘stead of watching the throne
In an age where bitch made killas follow u home
Make it a pistol issue when the mits gettin thrown
Need a way to keep my kids safe if ever alone
Don't keep the peace by watching they tone ... Skin

Hook

In a world full of complicated
Seeing souls gettin’ compensated
With some bullshit cash to flash around
Mothafucka
You sold out cheap
In a world where the educated
Learn from the over medicated
They’re all tellin’ me
You are all I need x 2

Bridge

Don’t waste my time
With shit that you want
No more
Don’t waste my time
With shit that you want

I done watched chicks turn to pimps
Pimps turn to johns
A world baptized with hate turn to psalms
Reparations checks make Natti turn to tron
Livin for the city with dice shaking my arm
Take a niggas ice to cool down my palm on a real hot streak right now
On a real hot street right now
Unmarked sharks circling
All I needs a cigar and a jar to put the purple in
Hole in the ceiling to stash shit
Used to have a hole in the wall I ain't have shit
Busted bucket for a whip my chick was a half wit
Couldn't stack a dime talkin grip in the past tense
Now all I ask is to keep all that black history
You miss me with that bullshit once keep missing me
I hit the set around the time my P.O quit pissing me
Round the time that y'all started listening.
Track Name: Bright Lights Big City: Stars on the ground and scraping the sky
Steam underneath streets, hells baking a pie
Even those with vertigo finding ways to get high
One hand motion for hello and goodbye
I'm waving
Through the land of wind and bricks
To the sands of expensive chicks
To the neon Babylon of sins and chips
To the Mecca of the blues where they booze and expose they tits
And all others in between I've seen
During the course of me sleep running chasing a dream
I wanted to stay longer take in the scene
Soak up the sun bake in the green baked of the green
Kush and haze like peaches and cream in one bowl
Coughed so hard I seen my soul
Fought so hard I've seen my goal
It's a long ways off but at least I know
Seeing sights through my eyes will increase my flow
Let the piece without a clip be the peace I grow
From show to show where the skylines glow
Once again goodbye and hello to the

Hook

Bright lights big city
Everything is so pretty
In the city
Well, tonight

Sometimes the other side of the curtain ain't sweet
Pretty can turn ugly like when eyebrows meet
In a fairy tale Oz where the high brows speak for the poor
Who click heel for hot meals to eat
The gold ain't paved its pawned in the street
Monkeys think they fly but never leave concrete
Seen girls go from actresses to mattresses
Grabbed and flipped over by they axises
Keep strange hands where they asses is
Make the music wich ya mouth baby that's the Biz
Confusing making moves with making bastard kids
On Maury tryin’ to find out who the daddies is
Big city swallow you whole mind body and soul
Lambo in the ghetto every part of you gone
Sittin on bricks missing wishing for home
Lights so bright your vision was blown by the

Hook
Track Name: Late Night Cruise f. Young Chu: Natti

I don't need a strap in my lap at all times
Automatic five for felons that tote nines
Riding city filthy trying to contemplate
Smoking that orange for a minute made me concentrate
Just add water
Because it’s a dirty game when players ain't really playing
Pulpit pushers are slanging salvation and heavy praying
Young ones juggling drugs because the circus it entertaining
The role model say on the surface it's entertainment
Up until the arraignment the shit gets real
Did you hustle for big wheels grills and record deals
Grown destined to pay a bitch’s bills bills bills
I ain't judging I love them when they got skills in heels
But what about your lights
What about your rent
What about them loud pipes spewing gas you spent
Hip hop honey burn through money earned off corners you bent
Feast turn to famine fam and now that bitch Is useless

Hook
Hey
You don’t have to worry ‘bout today (shit ain’t perfect)
It’s OK (shit ain’t perfect)
Hey
You don’t have to worry ‘bout today (It ain’t worth it)
It’s OK (It ain’t worth it)

Chu

Rich niggaz making poor decisions
Million dollar cribs but don’t support their children
Poor niggaz making rich decisions
Gotta pay the rent or pay the speeding tickets
Lord, the unemployed felon been unemployed size 9/11
But his kids still want them nines and elevens
Last year foot grew to a size seven, now it’s full price
Nicotine fiend smokes two packs a night
or two packs of white; it’s just true facts of life
First was Chris Paulin’, now he eight ballin’
House full of fiends, babies in the corner crawlin’
Moral of the story is darling
Water too high then don’t try to be a marlin
‘Cause the hare with the speed of Clinton Portis
Couldn’t even compare to the flare of the tortoise
Track Name: Just Like You f. Freddie Gibbs & Studio: Freddie Gibbs

I’m like a nigga fresh up out the county, nothin’ but killers around me
In the bathroom on my knees trying to flush the dope when they found me
and the men behind these walls murder niggaz that get to mouthy
down to die for my dignity, God bless the nigga that doubt me
Cause it’s either me or him and I’m damn sure choosin’ me
If there’s confusion both of us gon’ be using in the street
I got to do some shit to them ‘fo they do some shit to me
Niggas kill you when you ain’t lookin’ they knew they couldn’t compete
I’m just as crooked as a politician, cold on my competition
Takin’ chances so I can pay the price that’s for proper living
Got one foot in the grave and one foot in the penitentiary
Snitches that speak my name hope you choke and die when you mention me
Bitch, ‘cause all my life I live illegal
Don’t give no fuck ‘bout the law and my pockets be just zero
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout take these kilos from these three amigos
Do the shit the American way, nigga, you know how we roll

Hook

I’m just like you
And you just like me
Gettin’ high, yeah, chief my tweed
Said I’m just like you
And you just like me
Hustle hard, tryna slang my speech
Said I’m just like you
And you just like me
In the jungle tryna raise my seeds
Said I’m just like you
And you just like me
Yeah we all got wants and needs
Said i’m just like you

Natti

I like my chicks thicker than the bottom of the kool-aid pitcher
And my swishers thick enough to be a magic city stripper
Full of that sticky icky got to flick it off your finger
Haters can't hit it with me rather flip them all the finger
Use to stay off in my peep hole expecting them people
Walkie talkies donuts and coffee wrapped up in street clothes
Loose lip niggas disrespecting the g code
I don't fuck with nobody what they fuckin with me for
I'm just out here chasing mines trying to watch my step
While the watchers watch your hustle watch your watch so watch your neck
if you know what time it is you can't be slipping for a sec
And if you on what I'm on your life is playing through the deck
Track Name: Pusher Man f. Mino Slick: From the supplier to the buyer business 101
And all the bullshit in between just to get that done
That's why your phone is worth more than a gun because if your
Hitter ain't hitting you don't need either one
Re up in front profit sits on the back end
And if you start with ghost they going to turn int pack men
Eating up your numbers as your losing your traction
I cook my own shit up I don't see the attraction
Remember back when the government hated it
There minority report was the script that created it
Now a days they damn near placing a stake in it
And the markets flooded with artist who really ain't saying shit
I like a party just as much as the next cat
In solitude I need food pure as a snow cap
They murdered our voices and the choices is no match
BET even cut the uncut in the dope stash

Hook

I’m serious about my paper
said I’m tryna stack it to the sky
Another day in the life of the pusherman
Everybody want to get high
said I’m serious about my paper
I get ‘em high, high, high
Another day in the life of the pusherman
I get ‘em high, high, high

Between all the hidden fees and the palms to grease
It's time to start tapping into action overseas
Something that or government doesn't oversee
Where they appreciate the pureness of the fix they need
Just ask Slick, Doug and EPMD
peddling their wares elsewhere getting their cheese
The Internet was backing soda added to coke
Politicking around the world without a plane or a boat
But the stick up kids online shaving your dope
Spread it around watering down your quarterly notes
Burning your quotes turning half your product to smoke
And when it clears you got a name but you partially broke
You want to quit but you addicted to rhyme
Try to switch to crime a you looking at time
Your lifestyles conflicting with a nine to five
Permanent pusherman ladies loving your lines
Inhale
Track Name: Filthy Hard: My hands stay filthy the road stay hard
Everybody with a burner want to play god
Everybody speaking for him say to pay god
My money kind of funny I guess I'm a stay flawed
But he already know that he's kind of my AR
nobody else to catch me or cushion my downfall
Eat without me I'm snacking without y'all
Pretend around me I'm snapping without cause
Play for bread beans meat I don't win I don't eat
A monkey can't beat a man but he land on his feet
Well I'm a gorilla nigga when I land on the street
Breaking bricks down like mix down to concrete
Standing strong as you sit down upon seat
It's price of admission please pay attention
The horses that drive my motor just piss in your engine
I switched the game
others switch they position

Hook

My hands stay filthy
The road stay hard
Everybody with a burner wanna play God
Everybody speaking for me say to pay God
My money kind of funny I guess I’ma stay flawed
x2

I can't give you a helping hand right now on all thumbs
I speaking out to teach you about them Lose ones
Them singles that you holding are mold in the woods
It grows on bigger trees than those in the hood
Jumping in the rat race making them little runs
Niggas needing cake can't settle for honey buns
But they keep you in it long as you don't spend it
Throwing money like rice in the club every minute
Dea outside behind windows that's tinted
Scheming to catch me I'm chiefing and relaxing
Checking for them chickens I send them eaters to zaxbys
Chickens I touch got titties and plenty back piece
Folks this is self rappin at self I stay close to the edge like books on a shelf
Tried to get paid but the knowledge wasn't wealth
Free school wasn't cool what was college gon' help
Track Name: G.O.R. (Gods of Rap) f. Sheisty Khrist & Vegas Posada: Only one can take the glory the one who stands tall before the gods

Sheisty Khrist

Wolves, nigga… That’s right.. Yeah.. For you!
Rappers ain’t rapping bout life, they got a movie feel
Fuck a rap contract give ‘em a movie deal
See I just look em up and down like, “will you be real?”
I’m here to shine a lil’ light on em like a movie reel
I’m sick of seeing people stuck on the same shit
This life is a bitch yo, we suck on the same tit
These rappers ain’t legit I can’t fuck with this lame shit
The truth is me and you we fucking the same chick, nigga
This ain’t rap, it’s the Shrine of the Black Madonna
In fact it’s the attack of nine black piranha
A single line separates the mind from Dhammapada
I just focus on the breath and my spine, Pranayama
You keep your eye out for those who seem deranged
‘Cause some are out for blood you just can’t see the fangs
I pop in the glock clip and let freedom ring
Even Jesus had a gang (bang!) auf wiedersehen

Hook

Before the gods
Only one who stands before the gods

Vegas Posada

Yo, you fuckin’ with a great deal of anger; beyond entertainment
I had my share of shootouts, holding the stainless
Couldn’t sleep, kept my ear to the streets, but I was faceless
Snake niggas put the cops onto me, just out of hatred
Had to mold my grind, expose the nine, never froze inside
The one moment will rise where altercations
Staying drunk most the time was a sign of aggravation
They was a-alike all was a lie they started fakin'
So I immortalize my shine; and went for the take and the drop
Was so extreme I thought I’d die, but I made it
I was on something, blood pumping felt it all in my stomach
Flooded with hundreds, dice games, I was scrapin’
Life’s kinda dangerous it takes it turns, but it has it’s angles
Nine in the clip; one in the chamber,
The God Vegas fought Carnal Nature, broke the arms of satan
You’d rather die for a reputation,
I’m killing time in the House of David,
Building the shrine from amounts of paper,
Counting dimes as my flock of ravens
All aligned in they proper places
Gabbana frames 6 glocks in they name with the diamond bracelet

Hook

Natti

I hear y'all rapping at me
I hear y'all trapping happy
Offer me tides of candy rides and booty clapping
Offer my alter your sickest j's and gucci shades
I leave you nothing but residue and razor blades
Now take your fiction bricks and break them down to zones
This is a game of thrones played to the skull and bones
Rulers with no subjects rapping about fly shit
In the scale of my creations what’s smaller than fly shit
But y'all don't seem to get it
Or wanna understand
Until a Titan is smiting with an open hand
A hair away from igniting you where you fucking stand
If my mind was an ocean you'd be a grain of sand
You the voice of the block
You the choice of the hood
But when you choose to use your voice shots sugary good
You’re an abomination
I make a proclamation
You live for whips and chains then be a dominatrix
Track Name: Architecture f. Sha Stimuli & Substantial: NATTI

Yeah yes yes it is
Will you take it all in and look at it?

The way the bricks are built to move bricks
Hustle up a pristine castle of toothpicks
Fused with the glue of accruing a few whips
Feeling brand new with your crew in some new whips
Living room laid at expense of a few flips
Alphabet soup landscaping with shoe prints
Admiring the spiraling steps and marble floors
Feeling triumphant
Victory in (Victorian) doors
Snitches sound trumpets, agents coming in yours
On behalf of a great nation. Donation
Got you in a cell pacing mind racing
Praising you while appraising your foundation
King for a day in a palace of crown molding
Now you get to see the crown, molding
Kingdom stolen
Give you work let you bubble and make it double with time
Step back and admire the design

HOOK

Such a fantastic piece of architecture x2

SHA STIMULI

They said it was Kool Herc that laid a foundation for us to move with
But in 30 years Diddy and Jigga altered the blueprint
The ancestral feel got modernized in a new sense
But newer isn’t always better; its like a nuisance
To see something lovely and ugly
And simultaneously make you feel like you wanna punch it, love it and lay wit it
I stand there watching the tourists view it and hate on it
And young kids mess up the artifacts and they play in it
And really once the structure became something to profit from
the Mike Tyson mansion’s the prototype when you’re pockets done
You lookin’ at the Joneses so focused like, “Yo, im coppin’ some
cars, cribs, jewelry, a trophy wife and a pile of guns”
Wow, sometimes I marvel at the moving ceilings
Artists keep on reaching; labels act like marvel super villains
Been locked in ten years no shine
I just step back and admire the design

SUBSTANTIAL

Gaze at a beautiful mess a broken angel
of sorts good intentions on a foundation
with no joists, but the floor plan look promising
focus on profiting rather than keeping seeds blossoming
mind boggling how they remodeling, my God!
only wish they made our children as brilliant as this façade
hard not to be amazed by the maze we got here
reach the next level no clue how you got there
when the occupiable space is overcrowded
you feel somehow detached can’t wait to get up out It
it all is part of the site plan
some people feel the fault is that of the white man
we help build it, ain’t teachin’ shit at home but never miss a day on the job
build with brittle stone eventually things fall apart
the structure we’re viewing slowly become ruins in time
but for now just admire the design
Track Name: Black Diamonds f. Jason Coffey: Dedicated to the unapologetically ebony
With That midnight skin java true dark blend
Many other beautiful hues but we where they begin
The first perspective of the spectrum none could ever contend
None could ever pretend
Your completions a blessing
Even without the magazine you are the essence of essence
Black queen relaxing on a bed of acceptance
What are stars without space but a fleck of reflection
Where the new black panthers cuz I feel we regressing
Seeking answers black fist balled up for protection
Took a swing at your aura
Take a shot at pride
Sambo or django pick a path and survive
I ain't with being stepped on
I am a set stone
In a band not rolling no controlling my shine
Workin’ through human nature to a flawless design
It's not a race between races the opponent is time

Hook

There’s a difference between life (life)
And living (living)
Carbonado shine most beautiful
And when you’re living that life (life)
Pressure
It creates the shine that comes from you

I am hardly Garvey and far from west
And if you think I mean Kanye you havin’ a blonde day
This is about a movement this is improvement
Black son of the south makin uppity music
Been called the N word now it's the in word
Now we wanna delete it treat it like a pretend word
Some of us choose to use it and return it to sender
Others try to switch it mix it up in a blender
Why mince words since words are just that
Ain't nobody told you good black don’t crack
I'm mo’ worried ‘bout how we gonna get back on track
Than how many weak rappers cook crack on wax
Where my entrepreneurs at
Who open the doors that
Lead to something other than prison sleeping on floor mats
If we can break the cycle we can rewrite the format
From between the rock and the hard place where diamonds are formed at
Track Name: Allegiance f. Cecil Gardner: Cecil Gardner

Look on the news, nothin but lies, maybe lies mixed with a lil bit of truth you know but that’s how
shit is you gotta see above that shit instead of lookin’ dead at that shit
It’s the life we live, the land we live in

Started in grade school
Feedin’ young niggas education as fake food was they tool
Turn niggas to straight fools
Put us in positions where they teach us to break rules
Views center under definitions of state rules
Give you one shot in life, never a take two,
Give us they news while they tell us to stay tuned
and in the meantime we gotta focus and make moves
It’s a hard knock and when you factor in hate too
You understand the barriers that seldom we break through
But why us, deny us the simple freedom to rise up
God or the dollar bill I’m ‘spose to give my trust
In a state of confusion
Now I’m stuck in state court prosecutor accusing
Using the fact I was moving to move em, the judge that is
But they don’t understand the movement (true shit)
Who snitched? you, bitch?
‘Cause on me them pants come very loose fit
See I am a virgin but you get fucked by pussy with loose lips
‘Cause niggaz can’t handle the burden
Back to the courtroom sweatin’ and nervous
Waiting on your honor here to give me a verdict
He look me in my eyes asked me, “was it worth it?”
My reply, “in life sir nobody’s perfect
All I ask is the chances to show my purpose
And to show this courtroom this black man ain't worthless”
Im praying hoping he don’t Jackson like Curtis
Wit a fake grin for your years of service

Hook

They told me to pledge my allegiance
I told em to suck my indecent proposal
suppose you told whoever knows you no truth
backstabbed whoever knows you

Natti

My middle finger stands firm as the system that gets it
May they all lounge with Lucifer this instant
Welfare is the opposite of what I see depicted
They brought it like crack and now the hoods addicted
Mom as on backs and daddy is out pitching
He goes legit moves in they going to evict them
Divide and conquer sons without fathers
Surviving contra guns without armor
Black white brown from lower to middle class
Politicians need votes they speak for the little man
Election over they forgetting your little ass from housing collapse
To the jobs that we lack
Fucking off funds we earned off our backs
Seizing millions in drug money where do they put that
Not in education not in medication
They led us into flames so why they leading the nation
Track Name: Underground Railroad f. Mino Slick: Hook

All my people
Come and walk with me
See the things I”ve seen
On the underground railroad
x 2

Seen talented rappers with music coming out there pores
Reduced to nothing more than chalk lines on a floor
Because a double life's a troubled life
And don't know no other type
It's just us blind holding scales and a corded mic
Flow so underground sounds traveling through the water pipes
Still I keep striving most ain't surviving
Holding mothers in tears because there sons aren't rising
Gears in a machine of not stop grinding
For whips, chains, slaves to the cane
Ain't nobody playing but we calling it the game
Don't confuse it with music because your name will get you slain
And this rap shits a tactic to flip a little change
I got to go harder to show my seeds a way
Teach them while they grow how not to throw their dreams away
This railroad track led me straight to the A but my local motives always smoking in the K

Hook

Now I've seen the scene just in between blowing up and quitting
Obscene the things I'm weaning from addicted to a living
Posted like a poster on the wall in one position
Pieces of my soul become the coal that fuels my engine
Steaming round the world to foreign fans that want to listen
In Sweden going hard in England going hard
Through Switzerland where border guards try to pull your card
Fans in the thousands hearing screams and applause
Come home hustling still my fool time job
Because them screams and applause ain't keep my lights on
Learned the world ain't on your team because they're singing your fight song so I got to own the
moment and hold it till I'm gone
I've been on these tracks and traveling for a while
Seen nigga dreams start unraveling over miles
Surrender in their eyes disguised by faint smiles
I might rest for a minute but nigga I'm never down

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