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urltv - danny myers vs. fonz lyrics

[round 1: danny myers]
they charge $2,000 a month for a 1 bedroom
you pay on time, they raise the rent a couple grand more
you can clearly hear your neighbors after you shut the d+mn door
they don’t fix the heating, plumbing, you like, “what the f+ck i’m paying for?”
aye smack!
i got a hundred reasons i’m finna punch a land lord!
i’ll k!ll ’em proper, creep up on a n+gga with the chopper
f+ck an agreement, i just move in on the land lord, i’m a squatter
check my posture, i got him in the crosshairs, this what war is like
this scope is for outta town n+ggas, it’s a tourist sight (site)
or this taurus might, hit him, rip his ligaments separate
i’m shootin at the land lord in reverse from a tenants (tenets) perspective
give it a second, lyrically i’ma go in with ya
but more importantly than flipping ya name, i’m tryna make sure this fo’ ends (fonz) n+ggas
i’m from the low end n+gga, my young boys’ll hawk him down for me
bald heads, pin him to the hood of his car, “who’s the baller now wardy!?”
this gone get all around gory, i couldn’t wait to go to war with you
bullets have his car looking like some sh+t out of a video game, that’s what fours‘ll (forza) do
of course if you+, realize ya moves too pitiful
you’d be at a higher spot, you dudes too miserable
my views too visceral, i use two pistols to do you critical
the pin break off in the toy and you die, it’s a voodoo ritual
i don’t give a f+ck who you listen to
after you won that 25k, you was supposed to hide off in the cut
now we finna rob the pastor, live, on camera, for flossin’ too much
you be talkin’ you tough, he’ll get stretched if you try it
i’ll pistol whip you, screw on the silencer, then…man let me be quiet!
riot
what i drew carey (carry) more than 9 seasons, squeezin’ ‘til his breathin’ stops
i’ll hit with 3, 4, ‘cleveland rocks’
i’ma k!ll you, they gone lock me in a cell with rage
a young n+gga gone come in as my cellie, and he’ll say
“why they got on death row og?”, and i’ll tell em “hey+“/
i took these two hands, spinned the block, and h+ll was raised
i think back to my sellin’ days, i touched the type of dope kingpins in harlem handle
i had a plug from miami, who had the aura of a godfather , his jersey with the marlin brand though (marlon brando)
i done been through all the scandals, y’all let holmzie beat me a parappa da rapper bar?
that’s how i knew you n+ggas was lame
i was karate chopping onions soon as i entered the game
the sh+t is insane, i been through the pain, for real homie
like helping a n+gga get cheese with sonic speed…then he tells (tails) on me
you won’t knuckle up, that’s how i know he wasn’t built
doing all that stupid reaching, that’s what got stoney brother k!lled
i won’t get caught without mine, i will end these n+ggas
just the thought of giant slugs taking me underground gives me tremors
they say beef with dawg spooky, i’m old school squeezin’ off uzis
with tape on the cartridge, we grew up dubbing vcr movies
they said all i did was punch, so i stopped it
went to the next level inside my mind and i unlocked it
this a ponzi scheme with fonz and me, at this point n+ggas is bottom feedin’
a lotta reasons, how he is this phenomenal rap rhymin’ g+nius?
this the dawn of jesus, what i speak spirals life into existence
my speech patterns the fibonacci sequence
this can not be defense, he telling me to block punches when i can shoulder roll
weave intricate patterns like a totem pole
i told ’em bro, these are secrets that i’ll lend once, he seems hopeless
this the matrix “dial in punch” with the force of a shaolin monk with the chi focused
heat scopes and snubs and beams, blood and screams
i’m from a sub machine gun regime
plug his spleen, i riddle him with clips
tuskegee airmen, ya whole squad gone be known for getting shot with some experimental sh+t
he ain’t lyrical as this
he on the ground with this sh+t
this wack mc got another 2 rounds of this sh+t
yikes!
[round 1: fonz]
fonz versus danny the myers
they say the n+gga come for a fight
my last time on this stage?
messed up my roll to 100k, it was a humbling sight
but when i had them slip ups, the only time they could f+ck with me, right?
so word to that n+gga surf, i’ma get this n+gga slayed (slade)
and there ain’t gon’ be no f+ckin’ stumbles tonight
i told smack, these lyrical/spiritual n+ggas can’t f+ck wit’ me
but i guess they’ll never learn though
he talkin’ ’bout parallel universes and portals, and i’m ’bout to leave his body full of worm holes
that sh+t won’t work with me
you get a blade across the torso, i’m talkin’ hercules
cause this’ll take half+god, maybe a little mo’ though (mortal)
put a heater to ya, cleveland shooter, a cornrow
if y’all was gonna get a west coast op to stop me, then i should’ve been boxing gotti; arturo
.4 blow
nah, twin .38 specials
got a tre in each hand; goro
war mode
and b+tch i’m bringin’ all types of problems
yeah he too cold, that’s the same thing the doctor said when his body droppin’
a shotti poppin’
rigor mortis set in and heart in his face like bobby johnson
dan’s soft, we leave, ain’t no bodies around
no i said, “dance off” but if he keep gettin’ crump i’ma tommy the clown
i’m from the land dawg
ain’t n0body here with you gonna try me
jamaican club, i’ll have them steppers in dan’s hall (dancehall)
tryin’ to find out where his home is
chrome sh+t
tools all shiny, and i don’t know what kind of men (condiment) dm roll wit’ but my dudes all grimy
and i’ll have him movin’ through a god complex like bruce almighty
i had to off him
show up to south central la, let a magnum spark him
find out where he live then pull up to dan’s (dance) masked up, i’m a jabberwocky
bar gooooood!
i’ma a hungarian barbarian little terrain
n+gga that sh+t garbage
smack that ain’t a problem to deal wit’
he said he a babylonian who eat bad bologna and molded cheese
and y’all wonder why he died when he got real sikh (sick), real sh+t
y’all little universal soldier gon’ be in need of a rescue
he tryin’ to send beasley a message from the galaxy, he ain’t even notice the texts blue (tec’s blew)
i don’t respect you
boy you lucky i ain’t make it to new orleans to check you
you really was gon’ die
i would’ve had semi’s and .45’s
md’s on both sides
they sayin’ this n+gga great and i really don’t know why
they callin’ you the “bar god” when vicky the most high
i ain’t givin’ you no lies, i’m just givin’ the facts
these are all sh+t he spit in his raps
cause he told us he was pitchin’ a pack
but his wife was addicted to that
well here is somethin’ he ain’t mentionin’ smack
that n+gga nipsey hussle was one of the coldest n+ggas outta la, and he don’t let his b+tch listen to that
cause nipsey, was talkin’ ’bout hustle and ‘dedication’ and he don’t want vic’ to relapse (victory lap)
you worthless b+tch
your daughter had to learn to strip to earn her chips?
that type of sh+t is permanent
that’s a parallel in itself
i mean we all seen matilda
and danny movin’ the same way as wormwood, got his daughter out here turnin’ tricks
you don’t deserve that sh+t
n+gga you can stop the pretendin’
that b+tch do uber eats and strip throughout the week, she ain’t got a pot she can p+ss in
you was not there for christmas
stockings was missin’
that b+tch a dasher and a dancer
but you better be prayin’ she’s not in that spot when we blitzen
that’s too raw
he got all them kids in his family tree and i’m ’bout to cut the root off (rudolf)
nah, i ain’t hatin’ on dan’
but it don’t matter how many times you hop off stage with the fans
and be shakin’ they hands
you can’t advance, it’s all part of a basic plan
it’s darwinism cause url believe in evolution, and you still ain’t showed ’em how god can create da man (demand)
you finna die
battle nunn on n.o.m.e. and they gave you fonz
should’ve had fonz on n.o.m.e. i mean it’s odd
i said, “f+ck efb”, they said, “you lost to jc” i say, “they lied”
even smack knew it’s true he seen what i did to you (jew) and decided to send (sin) to god
and his corny ass up here rappin’ about the matrix
when i really got n+ggas inside a pod
i will knock you the f+ck out
his old ass be talkin’ too d+mn fly
he wake up from a coma on drugs (drugz) and look at the nurse and say, “who am i?”
b+tch, i’m a boss
these n+ggas soft
i ain’t gotta get along with them
he’s sayin’ he came to talk
if we do any debate you gonna be talkin’ to a pole dm (podium)
i’ll let this b+tch spark
f+ck around and put some holes in him
they gon’ charge me with assault (a salt)
but the docs gon’ have to sew dm (sodium)
yeah you been on a run but here where the sh+t stop; imodium
they said all i do is punch
n+gga (stop it!)
and if all i do is punch (then n+gga block it!)
i know what time he clock in and clock out, where he plan to be
my mans wit’ me
i told him, “soon as he dip we gon’ slide and keep spinnin’. we already know dan’s (dance routine).”
why bother witcha?
he said, “do you believe in a parallel universe?”
(i do!)
then i shot the n+gga
let the heat rise, then it’s peace god, i’m a 5%er
he gonna be outlined in chalk before they find his k!ller
it’s crazy, he ain’t raise none of his kids and now they lookin’ at they father figure
time my n+gga
[round 2: danny myers]
this n+gga brought up my wife’s past drug addiction
i’ma make him disappear
voila
b+tch, i won’t send you to the most high
boaw!
i lied (allah)
aye smack, what the f+ck do y’all pay this n+gga?
talkin’ ’bout blitzen and prancin’ before christmas
’til i slay (sleigh) this n+gga
bar god!
let me talk to my opposition
he looks like one of them land lords that when a woman don’t have all the rent…he offers a proposition
not to mention, take nitty, ave, o+red, a couple sl!ck lines
put all those styles in a blender, mix it just fine
throw in some cleveland bars, some reaches, shake it six times
pour all that sh+t out on this stage and you get fonz
yo’ style of rappin’ done came and went, i’m the type of n+gga they can’t invent
it’s crazy how we love boxin’ but in battle rap punchers are rarely the main event
see the thang is this, you thought you had this game in a monopoly
i watched the land lord stand before three judges and lose 100k worth of property
properly, i can pine box him, or show him i done spent some time boxin’
i’ll be in cleveland, grabbin’ this b+tch; deshaun watson

{danny asks the crowd to throw his hat back and multiple hats get thrown on stage}
this n+gga’s f+ckin’ trash
every battle, often wack that’s true
i love the crowd, and i’ma be tossin’ caps at you

{danny jumps in the crowd}

properly, i can pine box him, or show him i done spent some time boxin’
i’ll be in cleveland, grabbin’ this b+tch; deshaun watson
the .9 option, i aim at the baller ‘til his roof bleed
truthfully, we all semi pros it’s the drew league
who’s he? he knows my squad’ll blast k’s
how he want steam when the sig’ (cig’) on the drum look like a smokeless bottom ashtray
you dyin’ at a fast rate, i’ll spark my fifth if i see you drivin’
ya sh+t’ll look like the car marshawn lynch got his dui in
we see you thrivin’, you was supposed to battle charlie clips on yo’ league, url wasn’t with the nonsense
he said “all i’ma do is punch”, and beasley blocked it
tryna get them measly profits, you and referee, what i pull stretch him
i’ll have two arms over your head, and that fool (full) nelson
what y’all need a description?
the toaster clappin’
shoulder strap with the breathin’ holes in the sleeve like a motor jacket
jolt him backwards, body stuck to the wall ’cause his soul is passin’
bones contractin’, wings spring out his back like a locust hatchin’
no compassion, i just wig out and gun b+tt you
halfway through your transition, let six out the pump slump you
i gotta hold it right, but sh+t even if the kick f+ck around and rip my thumb muscle
this b+tch got a stunt double
what rumble?
the only way you could plan at leavin’ is planet leavin’ this
or i could send ya soul back to ya old battle league
that’s when i watch you walk out this venue, get in yo’ cab and fever it (cabin fever)
i don’t know what part of yo’ brain made this elaborate scheme, to plant your feet against
the same pavement the master teacher sits
i’m a manic g+nius with
the ability of channeling me chanting me some sh+t
through a rift in a alternate reality where my stanzas pre exist
n+gga you can’t compete with this, i’m from a family of crips
we became numb to the cannon squeezin’ sh+t
it’s like the firsst time i saw a body hauled off in a ambulance, the anesthesia hit
you can only be a fan of me that’s it
that gangsta talk can’t move me
just because you’re built like ave that don’t make you street
listen fonz, punching is simple, if i seem stressed
it’s ’cause every time i spit a punchline i feel i’ve regressed
i’m thee best, and it’s plain to see
the reason they call me god is ’cause all you n+ggas prey (pray) to me
bar god

[round 2: fonz]
this n+gga said he was gonna get me “slayed”, he gonna need a lot of rounds
i mention your wife and your daughter, and i’ma turn both them b+tches to a vixen if you don’t calm it (comet) down
bar god!
reb+ttal game crazy, right?
how are you always, almost champion of the year?
it’s like you start at the top and slowly start to lose your spot dawg
had a classic with roc, went against ave and got knocked off
but i wasn’t shocked y’all
cause when they compare myers material to nathan’s it just wasn’t that hot dawg (dog)
you say anything to say anything, that sh+t too lame dan
i learned to talk within the punch, i’m the kool+aid man
and i’ma walk through him
show charlotte how a boss do him
i ain’t sayin’ this an easy win, but they done gave me dm (medium)
well that’s what they gonna need to talk to him
put somethin’ sharp through him
i’ma end up chalkin’ this n+gga
a mac rise, or ask god
and i ain’t talkin’ forgiveness
nah, nah, nah, this blade like valet because it been through a lot
and i’ll let this b+tch park in a tenant (parking attendant)
f+ck talkin’ my n+gga, i just keep slashin’ sh+t
and slashin’ sh+t
machete ’til the limbs fall, look at his poor shins (portions)
i was never one to ration with
you asked for this
magnum spit, i’m a true savage
project baby, stamped in the jungle like blue magic
tool clappin’, this carbon handgun got a 10 drum
one headshot he’ll be a dead bum
smack i gave you murder, after murder, after murder
and i still ain’t got a contract that read “rum” (redrum)
who he playin’ wit’?
we not finna act like you be sayin’ sh+t
they got me walkin’ through a parallel universe just to get in contact with an alien
i’m dangerous
i’ma put a hurtin’ on somethin’, he gon’ leave this with knots and plenty scars
and don’t take those shots too personal rum, i just got too many bars
they can’t stand fonz, cause i been on my d+mn job
and if we talkin’ ’bout the stock involved, well knock it off
you mid+tier in these fan’s eyes
i mean, even to us that seems odd
cause how you handle roc when you thought you was finna cross over, but you dropped the ball
was it a sham god? i been wiggin’
we both put in pain with this
but you been in this sh+t since ’92, boy the game done switched
and dan’s run remind me of and1
cause the prime objective is to come and get paid from this
but in spite of (spider) a n+gga puttin’ in all that work
when they gave him the professor he still wasn’t main event
b+tch pop off, this .50 will have him leakin’ hot sauce
if anything escalade i train for this
you n+ggas got this sh+t twisted
i don’t care if the material he had amazin’
i get a headache when the b+tch spittin’
big difference
and if that freestyle so cold, then ayo why he ain’t hit sikh (sick) wit’ it?
i been wiggin’
this what a n+gga about
you gave up versus sikh, the bar god just gonna quit on us now?
you mean to tell me the figure of figurora couldn’t figure it out?
this n+gga a clown
who the f+ck you think you schoolin’ with them lectures?
the shooters don’t respect ya
talkin’ ’bout you a real mc
you know who was the master of ceremony?
b+tch, the funeral director
it ain’t sh+t that they can do that’s gon’ protect ya
they see that ya mans average
and now that i got the glow, they can’t compare me to ya man’s status
cause he called out sikh (sick) and that n+gga got did tragic
i called out sikh (sick) and got to your first summer madness
you b+tch, you been weak

{the crowd starts to get restless}

i catch you outside of la and put you six feet
oh you live in vegas? you want to make it back to the nevada you shouldn’t tempt me
i’m in north carolina with some cleveland n+ggas who grip heat
reckless thugs, breakfast club
cause if you try me in charlotte, mayne (charlemagne), the god will never make it back to nv (envy)
you been sweet
you let a harlem n+gga play witcha rep
run off and didn’t pay ya your check
so b+tch, don’t come at me talkin’ none of that crazy sh+t if you ain’t say it to rex

{crowd starts booing}

i don’t hate on the vets
but it’s hard to respect a n+gga craft
when you let that man finesse you for the raps
run off and didn’t text a n+gga jack
it’s a lesson in it smack
cause how they sayin’ the god’s iller (godzilla) and he couldn’t get t. rex to send it back
that’s a fact
and i wasn’t gonna say nothin’ ’bout the 12
this my man, and understand, i ain’t gonna talk about another n+gga’s l

{crowd starts booing again}

but he went out the same way that these sucka n+ggas fell
and they sayin’ the god almighty
but jesus christ, that n+gga rex had supper with the 12
that’s nonsense
fonz usin’ the old rex angle, who gives a f+ck?
black chyna, them n+ggas rob b+tch

[round 3: danny myers]
aye! the whole time he was wrappin’, y’all was like, “what the f+ck is happenin’?”
[facts!]
this n+gga didn’t bring no b+tches here and still got boo’s at summer madness
bar god!
b+tch! b+tch! b+tch! b+tch! this finna be a bad year for you
you tellin’ me, them two crucible n+ggas got more cheers than you?
i’m talkin’ ’bout kid goals
b+tch, i’ll let his family get involved
i’m on stage shining
and he’ll know it’s redrum when he see danny in the hall
bar god!
before my older days, you either joined a rollin’ gang, or got with some esse’s that was throwin’ weight
back when tlc first came out n+ggas would ‘creep’
you couldn’t ‘kick off ya shoes and relax ya feet’
it was no escape (xscape)
i know my fate
cops with a case to arrest me
f+ck the mark of the beast, i came from the belly
raised with israelis, bangin’ the deezy, what i’m aimin’ is deadly
scope so big, from first person view it looks like i’m takin’ a selfie
tell me, is you the dog?
i’m the type of cat to pull a coup de grâce
shoot a sawed off so close it’ll leave a hole the size of a cougar paw through ya jaw
does this compute at all?
i done seen tools evolve
.9’s to the pump with the cartridge, it ain’t albuterol
look what i do to y’all
i come with n+ggas in gas masks that’s steppin’
and yellow coats, it’ll look like a hazmat inspection
let’s flashback a second
you grew up in a project with mad traps
go to the studio, talk about your crimes on a rap track
which makes you a lab rat in essence
or maybe a half rat, your breed ain’t certain
you look like the ebay version of tk kirkland
fonz, you ever shipped zones?
or hit the block and got the zips gone?
whippin’ was a talent, i got calluses ‘round my wrist bones
t+mobile parking lot
5 brick sale, but i brought 6 home
convinced holmes to let a side kick slide off a flip phone
big chrome, the llama gone connect
what you call a gut shot that make all these n+ggas fall in line?
abdominal (a domino) effect
bar god!
i bring the drama to yo’ set at every chance
i’ll be in cleveland with a long arm like larry nance
y’all still think we the same, i show we’re quite different
cold device with the motion light sense it
they got the land lord versus the man that built a house on top of the bodies, i poltergeist n+ggas
leave you froze in fright, body locked, contortion tight
sorta like venom absorbed from a cobra bite victim
scope with night vision, he can’t see, but he can tell for a fact they a threat
when i raise this hair trigger, bullets stand up on the back of his neck
f+ck a ambulance, airlift him, he gotta travel far
doctors gone have em hooked up to so much futuristic sh+t he gone wake up as a avatar
battle god
y’all tryin’ to convince me the land lord a k!ller or+
barbarian, when i been had the white b+tch behind a hidden door?
this is war
you’ll get socked from left to right if this n+gga is steppin’
you punch n+ggas direct, i punch n+ggas in different directions
lift up a weapon, and leave more slaughtered
they always talk about my 10 kids, but never mention i’m a .4/forefather!
war author
i’ll shoot the guy, who as brute as i
i’ll leave him in an unmarked grave, i don’t think a proper funeral is suitin’ ty (suit and tie)
my view is odd
do you know why i’m so deranged when performin’?
you don’t understand the type of pain that was harnessed
do you believe in a parallel universe?
[i do!]
i came from the darkness
i know n+ggas who daddies were k!lled over one stack, literally a band done (abandon) made n+ggas orphans
i’m raisin’ a larkin
baow!
you on the ground with this sh+t
thank the lord he ain’t got another round of this sh+t
yikes!

[round 3: fonz]
this n+gga doin’ all this loud rappin’
i’d rather have a pound clap him
he threw his hat and y’all threw it back, y’all know why?
cause booin’ me, the crowd cappin’

{crowd boos}

you rhyme every f+ckin’ syllable
n+gga that sh+t lame
f+ck you tryin’ to be? the dark eminem (m&m)?
even that sh+t plain
why you rap this way?
yeah n+gga to them you fake
another n+gga tryin’ to be the new marshall mathers?
if you tryin’ to mimic em’ you late (emulate)
we used to get it in weight
whip it up and then put it in play
we see an old head like dan we give him the shakes
just a bunch of young n+ggas with heart, givin’ out free base
intentional walk i really played the field
robbin’ n+ggas, bangin’ steel
my lifestyle came with drills
i lost my brother and i couldn’t explain the pain i feel
but i done seen more hardships (hard ships) than navy seals
so when they told me i had you, i said this can’t be real
you will never beat me
the land lord come thru in somethin’ tinted, ain’t checkin’ y’all lease
i’ll slash ya, this disaster (dizaster) ain’t ya lebanon peeps
this ya veteran pete? he was never no beast
if these veterans all test i’m on his ass forever, he’ll never get sleep
beretta with me
and if you try to go to that parallel universe, then b+tch you better have a meta world peace (piece)
b+tch, i ain’t never been sweet
who you tryin’ to convince?
like, you live and me and mines don’t slide with the sticks until you see the .9 on the hip
stomach shot, you ever seen the episode of cheaters
this’ll have a n+gga spyin’ (spine) on his b+tch
that’s gross sh+t
grab a blade and start to poke sh+t
take it out then let it slide back into dm, i was lookin’ for this old b+tch
he gon’ fold quick
they gon’ have to pay a bail for fonz
you told a n+gga you will make his sh+t knock
b+tch stop, there ain’t nothin’ you can tell to fonz
mortal kombat bars you use ’em, you gon’ fail this time
cause you seen what i did to lu and i didn’t smoke witchu
what you think this sub gon’ do to an elder god?
and you an elder, god
how the f+ck is you considered a boss?
whatchu gon’ teach me?
b+tch you used to live in a park
that’s not what a n+gga playin’ for
you wanna know a parallel universe?
you went homeless since the rap, finally get on smack
the ten years after that they give you the land lord
f+ck what you stand for
danny i would hate to be you, you got 20 years in this sh+t
and still in the same spot, man the game don’t need you
far as battle rappers, you one of the oldest (otis) and ‘ain’t n0body came to see you’
n+gga you here because of me, you ain’t give me the look
i got this sh+t on my own, on the road, electric stove, i never needed gas for a n+gga to cook
you from the west and you don’t even bang a set, this n+gga shook
smack got me whippin’ a neutral n+gga but he still won’t give me a push
you a lame dan
you from gang land?
well i slide with the shooters
so any talks about me comin’ off the ropes, you better know that’s a high risk maneuver
on my side is rueger
i never been the wrestlin’ type, but i’ll still catch wreck with a knife
this b+tch like social security, give his old ass a bag for the rest of his life
i don’t care if you nice
i’m not concerned with his reb+ttaling
pen greatness
he been basic
liam neeson, not because he got a particular set of sk!lls
it’s cause he the old n+gga that keep gettin’ his kids taken
and every battle it’s a new baby boy
i know that’s crazy drama
all them kids and they still givin’ peanuts to a vet
them jody baby mamas
you got ten kids? scattered across the world?
a babysitter would be handy
you even got kids with yo’ dna in ny, roc, where the f+ck is d nanny?
he can’t stand me
b+tch i’m the big dawg
aye, they put you in this b+tch with the big dawg
you told ave you was impotent n+gga, big pause
we call your wife, “sticky vicky”, she ain’t pretty but she a thick broad
an ex dope head with some dope head, i mean the b+tch raw
which explains why my d+ck large but be fittin’ all in the b+tch jaws
she l!cks b+lls
then i’ma hit raw
i don’t know how long your wife been sober, cause i ain’t seen her with drawers (withdrawal)
he p+ssed off
i went to pound town with his b+tch
clownin’ the sh+t
melvin from baby boy hoppin’ around wit’ the b+tch
growlin’ the sh+t
she deep throat, downin’ the d+ck
he lookin’ at the house camera like, “d+mn, she on the ground with the sh+t.”
and after i nut the sl+t gonna get a whole ‘nother round of this sh+t
yikes!

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