Lyrics van Quasimoto
Bad Character
Yeah, check me out, check me out
Public enemy number one
Lord Quas up on the set, word bet
Bad character you see up on the screen
I'm just sinful, vicious
Guess who's the new bad character in town?
Causin' mischief in your city, hey watch out, spit that shit around
I'll smack a nigga with a brick, talkin' outta place
Like I was sniffin' paint laced, flyin' up outta space
Lord Quas, put your best through a metamorphis
Have ya' slavin' in my dungeon while I'm eatin' swordfish
So bitch wait, we watchin' pornos with Romes
We analyze for the astro-black shit
Madlib got the grass to get so we get lit
We commence to astro-travellin'
Grabbin' up skins, so we can play a game of javelin
I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I'm labeled as a bad character, bad character
I'm always lookin' under some girl's dress
With a vest, 'cause some ducks wanna put me to rest
Now I'm a soldier in the town drinkin' Butterfly Snapple
I walk around the streets passin' out poisoned apples, oh shit he's dead
Now it's time to skip town, I know who it was
Hey yo, you dirty niggaz know how I get down
I'll stab a nigga in the chest with pitchfork from behind
And rob some rich folk for makin' my ancestors eat swine
Y'all niggaz commin' slower than guns
While I'm on the run, the director
I'm labeled as a bad character
Yo, I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I warned you folks!
I warned you sista'!
Yes I'm the new bad character
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Public enemy number one
Lord Quas up on the set, word bet
Bad character you see up on the screen
I'm just sinful, vicious
Guess who's the new bad character in town?
Causin' mischief in your city, hey watch out, spit that shit around
I'll smack a nigga with a brick, talkin' outta place
Like I was sniffin' paint laced, flyin' up outta space
Lord Quas, put your best through a metamorphis
Have ya' slavin' in my dungeon while I'm eatin' swordfish
So bitch wait, we watchin' pornos with Romes
We analyze for the astro-black shit
Madlib got the grass to get so we get lit
We commence to astro-travellin'
Grabbin' up skins, so we can play a game of javelin
I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I'm labeled as a bad character, bad character
I'm always lookin' under some girl's dress
With a vest, 'cause some ducks wanna put me to rest
Now I'm a soldier in the town drinkin' Butterfly Snapple
I walk around the streets passin' out poisoned apples, oh shit he's dead
Now it's time to skip town, I know who it was
Hey yo, you dirty niggaz know how I get down
I'll stab a nigga in the chest with pitchfork from behind
And rob some rich folk for makin' my ancestors eat swine
Y'all niggaz commin' slower than guns
While I'm on the run, the director
I'm labeled as a bad character
Yo, I'm labeled as a bad character
No matter what I do I'm labeled as a bad character
I warned you folks!
I warned you sista'!
Yes I'm the new bad character
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Boom Music
Grip the stereo in an instant
Then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Bump the Boom Music [incomprehensible] nine times out of ten
I use it to start this way
Ay yo Madlib
Who me?
Yo, hit 'em up with that high speed
I gets high and start takin’ out wack selections
First by electin' Eric B for president
Zulu Nation for protection
Tribe Called Quest, KRS-One, Secret Hip Hop Intelligence
Diamond D and the whole DITC, Ultramagnetic MC's
Gang Starr doin’ a show for free and you can smoke sensi
Lord Finesse teachin’ rhyme telepathy
Biz Markie did a couple for the Pistol 3
Back when Style was the name, belt buckles and Lee's
Boomers, sticky green trees
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Bump the boom music [incomprehensible] nine times out of ten
I use it to start this way
Yo Quas, hit 'em with that green talk
Oh, I gets high and starts takin' out wack niggas
Then fly up into the sky and use my lyrics as a trigger
Always pull it, let the bullets slide through to the left
Go underground without diggin' so far ended up in West
China, yo' style sound like you've been eatin’ some bad vagina
The unseen, you unclean niggas mad ‘cause they can't find us
You step, we rap, we comin' out of the gates
We could do it for papes 'cause Madlib got the b-tapes
But Quas in the end, always win the sweepstakes
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Then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Bump the Boom Music [incomprehensible] nine times out of ten
I use it to start this way
Ay yo Madlib
Who me?
Yo, hit 'em up with that high speed
I gets high and start takin’ out wack selections
First by electin' Eric B for president
Zulu Nation for protection
Tribe Called Quest, KRS-One, Secret Hip Hop Intelligence
Diamond D and the whole DITC, Ultramagnetic MC's
Gang Starr doin’ a show for free and you can smoke sensi
Lord Finesse teachin’ rhyme telepathy
Biz Markie did a couple for the Pistol 3
Back when Style was the name, belt buckles and Lee's
Boomers, sticky green trees
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Grip the stereo in an instant
And then I twist up a bud, light an incense
Bump the boom music [incomprehensible] nine times out of ten
I use it to start this way
Yo Quas, hit 'em with that green talk
Oh, I gets high and starts takin' out wack niggas
Then fly up into the sky and use my lyrics as a trigger
Always pull it, let the bullets slide through to the left
Go underground without diggin' so far ended up in West
China, yo' style sound like you've been eatin’ some bad vagina
The unseen, you unclean niggas mad ‘cause they can't find us
You step, we rap, we comin' out of the gates
We could do it for papes 'cause Madlib got the b-tapes
But Quas in the end, always win the sweepstakes
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Civilization Day
I woke around this mornin’ at 7:30
Head hurtin' and my stomach felt funny
Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky
Suckers swarm around, many begin to die
Shitty smell run across the whole city
Nuclear toxic now we won't feel no pity
Many die from ebola, many from AIDS
Mexicans, whities, Japaneses and spades
Indian, Iranian, and all them others
'Bout to find out for self, we got the phantom
See which side of the game is over there
Well is this it, the end of civilization?
Are we prepared? Well, I hope so
Here's the official stolen government training film
Of the secret plan to deal with an alien uprising
Today you have to stay on your toes
When you're walkin' the streets
And stalkin' the sheets, stay on the low
Go to the wrong territory and get blown
Some brotha's ain't even knowin’
Revelations are is on its way like ya next spliffs
So get your mental uplift while we shootin' the gift
Black magic chants, mass eat per cold clams
Be on the sky, take a glare, look around, wonder why
We must be born to die
Classified ultra secret, Air Force generals only
Ten hut, at ease, men, take your seat
This is General Curtis Goatheart
If you are viewing this
Then we are under extra-terrestrial attack
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Head hurtin' and my stomach felt funny
Then all of a sudden a hand came out the sky
Suckers swarm around, many begin to die
Shitty smell run across the whole city
Nuclear toxic now we won't feel no pity
Many die from ebola, many from AIDS
Mexicans, whities, Japaneses and spades
Indian, Iranian, and all them others
'Bout to find out for self, we got the phantom
See which side of the game is over there
Well is this it, the end of civilization?
Are we prepared? Well, I hope so
Here's the official stolen government training film
Of the secret plan to deal with an alien uprising
Today you have to stay on your toes
When you're walkin' the streets
And stalkin' the sheets, stay on the low
Go to the wrong territory and get blown
Some brotha's ain't even knowin’
Revelations are is on its way like ya next spliffs
So get your mental uplift while we shootin' the gift
Black magic chants, mass eat per cold clams
Be on the sky, take a glare, look around, wonder why
We must be born to die
Classified ultra secret, Air Force generals only
Ten hut, at ease, men, take your seat
This is General Curtis Goatheart
If you are viewing this
Then we are under extra-terrestrial attack
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Greenery
smoking on the trees at a hundred degrees
never touch the breeze this is sticky green leaves
(put it in the dutch it gets stuck on yo touch)
pack it in the bong, last long, have you on fresh
light it up
role it
pass it around
the scientists have found, check the rail compound
(well if you look over here (i like that glass bong)
I can't see it, you have the money for it?
right there to the left!)
(my man with the rasta got the best green pasta
tree trunk buds (but that good shit'll cost ya!)
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never touch the breeze this is sticky green leaves
(put it in the dutch it gets stuck on yo touch)
pack it in the bong, last long, have you on fresh
light it up
role it
pass it around
the scientists have found, check the rail compound
(well if you look over here (i like that glass bong)
I can't see it, you have the money for it?
right there to the left!)
(my man with the rasta got the best green pasta
tree trunk buds (but that good shit'll cost ya!)
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Jazz Cats Pt. 1
Yo I be getting lit sittin' back listening to Sun Ra
early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall
Steve Cole, George Cables on the Fender Rhodes
see the Walt and Herbie Hancock drop the heavy load
Gene Harris and the Three Sounds for soul jazz listeners
Bobby Hutcherson up late geared to the Jazz Messengers
Horace Silver (Bill Evans) to Terry Gibbs on the vibe Gary Burton and album archives
like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott
Groove Holmes
and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
Gene Russell, the artist symbol of Chicago
innovators like Michael White push out the Cal Tjader
classic shit like Weather Report or Max Roach
laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball Adderley
Eddie Harris
Mill Jackson
like Ron Carter's basslines will hit you like a backspin
hit ya like a backspin
we got the jazz my man
yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk or conduct like William Fisher, go to work with the swisher
I put John Coltrane up in my headphones
Gary Bartz, Mister Rub produce Lovetones
even Cool and the Gang got jazz for that ass
Modern Jazz Quartet always got the A class
Johnny Hammis met Carl Sanders
Paul Bley
Thelonious Monk
Norman Conners
Albert Ayler
John Coltrane
McCoy Tyner
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack
got mad stacks of cool-out
you know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props to Bluenote
and Black Jazz
Impulse
CTI records and
Plusga
Verve to Milestone
Atlantic and Muse
there's plenty more that I could name
but ya'll won't put them to use
anyway
I love jazz my man
we got the jazz
we got the jazz
(DAVID SANBORN)
ha ha....
...universe...
freedom throughout the universe!... (repeat 8x)
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early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall
Steve Cole, George Cables on the Fender Rhodes
see the Walt and Herbie Hancock drop the heavy load
Gene Harris and the Three Sounds for soul jazz listeners
Bobby Hutcherson up late geared to the Jazz Messengers
Horace Silver (Bill Evans) to Terry Gibbs on the vibe Gary Burton and album archives
like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott
Groove Holmes
and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
Gene Russell, the artist symbol of Chicago
innovators like Michael White push out the Cal Tjader
classic shit like Weather Report or Max Roach
laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball Adderley
Eddie Harris
Mill Jackson
like Ron Carter's basslines will hit you like a backspin
hit ya like a backspin
we got the jazz my man
yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk or conduct like William Fisher, go to work with the swisher
I put John Coltrane up in my headphones
Gary Bartz, Mister Rub produce Lovetones
even Cool and the Gang got jazz for that ass
Modern Jazz Quartet always got the A class
Johnny Hammis met Carl Sanders
Paul Bley
Thelonious Monk
Norman Conners
Albert Ayler
John Coltrane
McCoy Tyner
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack
got mad stacks of cool-out
you know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props to Bluenote
and Black Jazz
Impulse
CTI records and
Plusga
Verve to Milestone
Atlantic and Muse
there's plenty more that I could name
but ya'll won't put them to use
anyway
I love jazz my man
we got the jazz
we got the jazz
(DAVID SANBORN)
ha ha....
...universe...
freedom throughout the universe!... (repeat 8x)
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Jazz Cats, Pt. 1
Yo, I be getting lit listening to Sun Ra
Early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall
Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the Rhodes
See the Walt and Herbie Hancock drop the heavy load
Gene Harris and the Three Sounds for soul jazz listeners
Bobby Hutcherson up late geared to the Jazz Messengers
Horace Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe
Gary Burton and album archives
Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
Gene Russell, the artist symbol of Chicago
Inivators like Michael White push out the Cal Tjader
Classic shit like Weather Report or Max Roach
Laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball Adderley, Eddie Harris, Mill Jackson
Like Ron Carter's bass lines will beat you like a backspin
Yeah, like a backspin
We got the jazz, my man
Yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk
Or conduct like William Fisher, go to work with the swisher
Up and John Coltrane up in my headphones
Gary Bartz, Mister Rub produce Lovetones
Even Cool and the Gang got jazz for that ass
Modern Jazz Quartet always got the A class
Johnny Hammis met Carl Sanders
Paul Bley, Thelonious Monk, Norman Conners
Albert Ayler, John Coltrane, McCoy Tyner
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props to Bluenote and Black Jazz
Impulse, CTI records and Plusga
Verve to Milestone, Atlantic and Muse
There's plenty more that I could name but ya'll won't put them to use
Anyway, I love jazz my man
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
David Sanborn
Universe
Freedom throughout the universe
Freedom throughout the universe
Freedom throughout the universe
...
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Early George Benson on down the Hampton Hall
Steve Cole, George Cables all up in the Rhodes
See the Walt and Herbie Hancock drop the heavy load
Gene Harris and the Three Sounds for soul jazz listeners
Bobby Hutcherson up late geared to the Jazz Messengers
Horace Silver, Bill Evans to Terry Gibbs on the vibe
Gary Burton and album archives
Like Donald Byrd George Duke and Lee Morgan
Shirley Scott, Groove Holmes and Jimmy Smith up on the organ
Gene Russell, the artist symbol of Chicago
Inivators like Michael White push out the Cal Tjader
Classic shit like Weather Report or Max Roach
Laid back like Freddie Hubbard trumpet notes
Cannonball Adderley, Eddie Harris, Mill Jackson
Like Ron Carter's bass lines will beat you like a backspin
Yeah, like a backspin
We got the jazz, my man
Yo, who's got skills like Rahsaan Roland Kirk
Or conduct like William Fisher, go to work with the swisher
Up and John Coltrane up in my headphones
Gary Bartz, Mister Rub produce Lovetones
Even Cool and the Gang got jazz for that ass
Modern Jazz Quartet always got the A class
Johnny Hammis met Carl Sanders
Paul Bley, Thelonious Monk, Norman Conners
Albert Ayler, John Coltrane, McCoy Tyner
Dizzy Gillespie is presented by Don Sebesky
I be cranking mad jack, got mad stacks of cool-out
You know we pull the smoke tool out
I give props to Bluenote and Black Jazz
Impulse, CTI records and Plusga
Verve to Milestone, Atlantic and Muse
There's plenty more that I could name but ya'll won't put them to use
Anyway, I love jazz my man
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
David Sanborn
Universe
Freedom throughout the universe
Freedom throughout the universe
Freedom throughout the universe
...
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Low Class Conspiracy
Aiyyo we headed to a party to go see what's happening
Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen
Start to freestyle we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray
Get on the freeway yo it's after dark
I guess it always pulls up by the night
Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
Just so they can harass our black ass
Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season
Yeah, around asking about where's the pound
Where's the gun? Are y'all niggaz on the run?
You got warrants? Y'all niggaz ready for some informin'?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like fuck it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway
The strange plant they brought in my garage
They get large, then they gather the entourage
My niggaz straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's to keep 'em freeze
Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead president
I said, "Fuck y'all, niggaz ain't got no evidence"
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Smoking a lot in the car turn on some rappen
Start to freestyle we be up on our way
Finish up the blunt, somebody pass me that tray
Get on the freeway yo it's after dark
I guess it always pulls up by the night
Letting all kinds of speed cars pass
Just so they can harass our black ass
Police pulling us over for no reason
Searching the car, like it's nigga hunting season
Yeah, around asking about where's the pound
Where's the gun? Are y'all niggaz on the run?
You got warrants? Y'all niggaz ready for some informin'?
That's how they be cracking, it seems like they be actin'
Except it's real life, like they rushing up your residence
Searching your crib, they can't find no evidence
The other day Mr. Buddha had this plan
Kick brands after man so our whole crew can expand
They all wanted me to drive the getaway car
I was like fuck it, 'cuz I ain't got no dough anyway
The strange plant they brought in my garage
They get large, then they gather the entourage
My niggaz straight hit the bank then broke the hell out
So much money you couldn't even get that smell out
I got laced with thirty G's to keep 'em freeze
Plus a nigga ratted so far goes on a breeze
Police talking about where's the dead president
I said, "Fuck y'all, niggaz ain't got no evidence"
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Put a Curse on You
Put a curse on you
I do you like a witch doctor
Triple hex put on your soul
Ain't no one gonna stop the torture
I put you through putting pins through your voodoo doll
Lace you with some fire rip off ya legs till ya have to crawl
Fuckin' with the loss gates
I have ya burning in some hot water
Put that shit to 250 let it burn up hotter
Why, oh why, oh why, did you have to slip?
Fall in my dungeon while I was trying to fly
(Put a curse on you)
I make your whole life backwards 'cause I'm the illa fiend
Ready to put ya head in the guillotine
Drilling clean all the way to the bone flesh up in 'em
('Cause all that all that mean done squeezed in 'em)
(Goes to heaven you go)
(Rum and coke and cocaine)
(And I tired pusher comes cutting your stuff with talcum too)
Made the block gobble up ya future too
And ya hit come up in the jones on you
You go from one bag a day to two, three, four, all because
(Put a curse on you)
Now you can't see no beauty in your women folk too
Plus you take da arm put them on the line too
Pimp get the behind, hit'cha get the mind
(Put a curse on you)
(May all your children end up junkies to)
(Your mind been tricked by the power to buy that ounce)
(Your young daughters give rich old dudes head in limousines too)
(Put a curse on you)
(Put a curse on you)
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I do you like a witch doctor
Triple hex put on your soul
Ain't no one gonna stop the torture
I put you through putting pins through your voodoo doll
Lace you with some fire rip off ya legs till ya have to crawl
Fuckin' with the loss gates
I have ya burning in some hot water
Put that shit to 250 let it burn up hotter
Why, oh why, oh why, did you have to slip?
Fall in my dungeon while I was trying to fly
(Put a curse on you)
I make your whole life backwards 'cause I'm the illa fiend
Ready to put ya head in the guillotine
Drilling clean all the way to the bone flesh up in 'em
('Cause all that all that mean done squeezed in 'em)
(Goes to heaven you go)
(Rum and coke and cocaine)
(And I tired pusher comes cutting your stuff with talcum too)
Made the block gobble up ya future too
And ya hit come up in the jones on you
You go from one bag a day to two, three, four, all because
(Put a curse on you)
Now you can't see no beauty in your women folk too
Plus you take da arm put them on the line too
Pimp get the behind, hit'cha get the mind
(Put a curse on you)
(May all your children end up junkies to)
(Your mind been tricked by the power to buy that ounce)
(Your young daughters give rich old dudes head in limousines too)
(Put a curse on you)
(Put a curse on you)
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Tomorrow Never Knows
Tomorrow never knows, usually tell it's too late
The day 3:16, when you meet your fate
The time of revelations is now, just look at the news
Shit happens everyday and the battle we lose
Look at the ozone layer, all the polluted waters
What kinda life we gonna have for our sons and daughters
Politicians, worse than the average bum
One brother bought a gun, started actin' dumb
We ain't got much longer if we keep up at this pace
Like common knowledge, guess some of us brothers learn late
I wonder if it's gonna end with earthquakes
Heart attack, cancer, AIDS, [Incomprehensible]
Tomorrow never knows what the future may bring
For the species that we call human being
Now that we all up in the new millennium
Scientists predict we gon' see plenty of
Destruction and chaos, big payoff
[Incomprehensible] worry 'bout gettin' laid off
I'm tryin' to figure out how we're gonna survive
If a mass disaster attacks and it'll take all your lives
Leave the rest to suffer for not believin' the ways
I wonder if the world is gonna end with earthquakes and tidal waves
I wonder if the others will pass, suffered from havin’ slaves
Tomorrow never knows about them wicked ways but
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The day 3:16, when you meet your fate
The time of revelations is now, just look at the news
Shit happens everyday and the battle we lose
Look at the ozone layer, all the polluted waters
What kinda life we gonna have for our sons and daughters
Politicians, worse than the average bum
One brother bought a gun, started actin' dumb
We ain't got much longer if we keep up at this pace
Like common knowledge, guess some of us brothers learn late
I wonder if it's gonna end with earthquakes
Heart attack, cancer, AIDS, [Incomprehensible]
Tomorrow never knows what the future may bring
For the species that we call human being
Now that we all up in the new millennium
Scientists predict we gon' see plenty of
Destruction and chaos, big payoff
[Incomprehensible] worry 'bout gettin' laid off
I'm tryin' to figure out how we're gonna survive
If a mass disaster attacks and it'll take all your lives
Leave the rest to suffer for not believin' the ways
I wonder if the world is gonna end with earthquakes and tidal waves
I wonder if the others will pass, suffered from havin’ slaves
Tomorrow never knows about them wicked ways but
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