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Rah Digga
The Harriet Tubman of hip hop has returned baby C'mon! (Verse 1) I be that bitch niggas wantin in the lab Rhymes comin, rhymes goin like I was a dollar cab Fingerin the man tryin to tap into his feelings A misguided soul so aint checkin for the lyrics Many different players, only one hold the ball Ghetto fabulous chick, go against the protocol With the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheart Book educated with a whole lotta street smarts Follow me now, as I build my fanbases Makin rappers worry like they got open cases Harriet Thugman, y'all can see shit through Like a whole world of people wait for Episode Two I be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurus The innovator, spawned from Libra and Taurus Do away cats with the same ol' whack Lead a nation up north where the real party at A place where we spray when our asses get older No shots in the choke, no gettin pulled over A place where graffiti aint considered a crime And your favorirte underrated MC's is primetime A land good and fruitful, where lyrics free people Black presidents, and all the weed legal No rich or poor, we break bread and drink merry Smoke a little Mary for the real visionaries |
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Yeah, Rah Digga.. Flipmode, Outsidaz
Shit tight, down to the coochie Yeah, check it [And I] And I say what's tight cause a sista write rhymes all day and all night Dwellin South of the Hudson, New Jerusalem in seclusion, using fake pseudonyms [I'm true bad] Mind travels like a skitzo on two tabs with doo rags hangin from my pockets [Me] Me, the rap bitch that goes back to pediatrics Early left rappers like you were straight vexin [So] So recognize, I make a nigga eyes come alive off of five two fives; disguise the camouflage I shoot a virus out of my spirals with mad priors for takin mad niggaz titles! Wetter than a resevoir; lurking in the bushes striking blows like Chesamar(?) code-name Hasana Warmer than a bomber, hotter than the region of Ghana Get loot like that Trump bitch, Ivana [Chorus] Now, who be writin rhymes all night Rah Digga in tha house and plans is tight [Tight] Peace to the ones that don't bite Rah Digga in the house and my plans is tight A black QUEEN, ya best believe my black jeans won't say Paco I swing to the Vill' for some waffles and some beef falafel Rap very tight liquor got me DIFFERENT Dirtier than an overseas shipment of ki's I write these TIGHT BUTTAS, creme de la GUTTAS Call me Sheik Digga Plotting over loops like the eight figures Baby I'm hard, represent the feminist God [What?] that gets blunted - watch rhymers runneth, over See me in the camel Range Rover [Chop] And I won't stop for Jake And keep heat by the waist for those that playa hate [NOW] Show you the way to blow, better than I tell you Word to my beeper and my cellu-lar [What?] Polo curls Diggin all the rapper's shit like they go-go girls [Chorus] WHO THE TIGHTEST? I rock with laryngitis Gold's good for Midas, but I want the highest So don't try me cause I be the bitch [I swear] I'll leave you twisted like a thug with blonde hair [Yeah] I blow up the spot like Dennis Scott Go forward, your chance of defeatin me is morbid 'cause I get you open like the comin of the Pope when I group shit tighter than a 3 piece suit [Peace, peace] Peace to niggaz I rhyme wit My Outsidaz correspondents be more fluid than embalmin [We pros] I decompose, any rapper to the bone Down to they X and why chromosome So SEE MY NAME tagged in bold or italics [Bow, bitch] 'cause I'll be the only one salvaged Number one imported like Beck's Tighter than three or more heads in a CRX [Chorus 2X] Tight, tight, aight? And the plans is tight Tight, tight.. TIGHT! Tight, tight aight? And the plans is tight Tight.. [Busta] One, two, three, BO! |
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One two "Rah Digga"
"One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga" "One two" "Rah Digga" [Rah Digga] For starters, peace to all the martyrs, and all the pioneers Cheers! Here's to a new breed of broad, yeah we like it raw! Comin to the floor, I be next to rep like Al Gore (Look) Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane Nope, honey from the Bricks, ya'll familiar wit the name I be worse than any Alien, Predator or Relic Witch from the east nigga, tell em how to spell it [Chorus] 4x The are-the A-the H-the D-the I-the G-the G-the A (Come again!) [Rah Digga] I'm primetime, you a local on cable I battle you on yo' shit and then waste your label Hit you wit heat sweeter than vanilla candy Flip it type wicked like Cinderella family (For what) For tryin to step to a Rah situation Less rhymin years, less formal education Gettin less spins than a BBS Less hype in the streets and you writin even less (Now you ain't fresh) MC's goin crazy (Nah, you ain't a fresh) Ya'll could never out-blaze me Less knowhow, more hoe now Stay up out of grown folks biz 'fore I show you what broke is Yappin all day bout who crew the best Take a few deep breaths, puff the buddha cess Continue to bless any track that come this way Nine nigga nine nigga, I'm that itchbe Chorus 4x "Niggas" "Do you think" [Rah Digga] "Flipmode" [Busta Rhymes] "Digga on the track" [Rah] "Words worth a million" [Jay-Z] "Represent" [Biggie] "Yo" [Prodigy] "Strike-strike hard" [Canibus] [Rah Digga] Peace to my peeps, from Jerz to Manhattan Bitches on the threeway chit-chattin in pig Latin Heads is vexed now, all the 'dro gone Waitin and debatin for some niggas to roll on (Come on) The kind of heads take the ghetto approach Hard foul the opposition or strangle the coach I be stashin marijuanna in my Dolce & Gabana Dead em like gamma, if they don't have no manners Call the dopest MC my little junior Playin the game and be a coach like Tuna Mad, what I say go, be |
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Bust it, from the dick I'm dissin' all y'all punk crews
Y'all wack and won't even think of punchlines I don't use And to the niggas whose LP's I kinda liked I'm fresher than that and that new shit you tryin' to write Like mita, mita, name not Rashita Battle on the streets so when I'm playin' senorita Spend a few peso on some chili con queso Thinkin' how I used to wax rappers back that eso Be in San Juan, on the carriage like I'm Cam'Ron Wit a nigga tryin' to chew my tampon with my pants on I'm gettin' money off the books like I'm Beatnuts Make 'em sign pre-nups, word to my C-cups Fuck with they heads like Kahlua, milk and vodka Then tell they punk ass to move on like Silkk the Shocker Word to my godfather, who bombs harder Be out to get the paper like Inga and Shawn Carter All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down Some people say when I drink I don't act right Raisin' my voice, I see some bitch and start a cat fight Or in my travels, grabbin' slices from S'Barro's Eyein' fake niggas like they intimate apparel 20,000 seaters, heads givin' me pounds Even beggin' me for shit I did for Lyricist Lounge Like, "How can I be down?", hoes I don't trust ya Playin' me close so I can hook you up with Busta Fuck an entourage, I'm the bitch that roll dolo More still than mo-mo's and a 4-4 on my polo With the toaster, make ya run like Sammy Sosa Could take about 50 MC's like Tony Tocca Why you take it there? 'Cuz I'm fruitier than kiwi And when I freestyle you ain't gon' hear it on my CD Money management 'cuz I'm grown up and older now Drinkin' mad low and brow, tell 'em how it's goin' down Bricks, Bricks 'cuz I was born in the Bricks Bricks, Bricks and shit is on in the Bricks Come at me twisted if ya think you got the heart to But you better be careful what you say like Sparkle Bricks, Bricks, you get jacked in the Bricks Bricks, Bricks and I'm the mack in the Bricks Uh, I got niggas that'll run you over backwards And bitches that'll milk you, plus give you the package All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down All you MC's better stand your ground 'Cuz when Digga come around it's curtains Curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains, curtains (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) (Curtains on all y'all, curtains on all y'all) When Digga come down |
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[Verse 1]
Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section Ready for whatever 'case I'm dealin with some next shit Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza Tell them motherfuckers, I'm tight like Ebeneezer Scrooge, still look good without ruge My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent Money, money, money, how we blaze Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude Flip rhymes so quick you might think I'm test tube HOOK: In the showdown, how it go down Get the flow down, watch it go down How it go down, in the showdown Gettin closed down, watch em go down In the showdown, how it go down Put your dough down, watch it go down [Verse 2] I'm representin bitches 'round the way We runnin up his box and we aint gon have to pay I'm runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins I'm tryin to see a black Benz with my back end House on the hill with my publishin deal Shows pay the bills, make it all connect And do some corporate type shit, with my royalty check Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown Tell me now 'cause that's how I ball 'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul HOOK [Verse 3] Peace to all my peoples in mission Peace to peoples with they license suspended Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks Who aint tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki I'm smokin damn good and chokey black Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose And always be around like I was afros Y'all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me Risin to the top 'cause that's how momma raised me Now that the message is embedded The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it Hold up baby 'cause that's when you lost Whole prop is our respect don't get caught up in the cross HOOK |
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Yeah
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Rah Digga, Dirty Harriet, y'all AAAAHHHH Shit Bricks See me on the block with tha chromed out drop Lambskin head to toe bustin out my halter top 'Tight' rippin through tha hood Blow up the whole spot With tha system TV ?Foremon? EASY!! Working the scene on the quest for lime green Steady puffin on brown just for the time being Battle raps on cock I get all up in your ear Trying to get a record deal, battling somebody famous Pounds to my girls as we slide up in the dance bar Niggas in my grill like they really got a chance Chicken heads trying to front like they not Digga fans Say fuck y'all!! Groupies Do Me TRULY Shittin on MC's, what I do for a living Tight takin over spots like my name was Robin Givins Anybody got a beat, then they better keep it hittin Retailers put your fit in for the hottest chick spittin [Hook] This for my niggas and bitches makin moves By day you play it cool, by night you break fool Say flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it Flood it, whip it, smoke it, trick it This for my niggas and bitches makin moves By day you play it cool, by night you break fool Say flood it up FLOOD IT UP Whip it up WHIP IT UP Smoke it up SMOKE IT UP Trick it up TRICK IT UP VIP area Certain heads get in Cats without wristbands steady trying to slip in Weed on delivery, everybody chip in Dump it, roll it, spark it, smoke it Ladies where you at say 'Do you queen?' Gotta krib, gotta whip, high heels, and tight jeans My straight thug bitches rock Tims and tattoos After one or two drinks he ready to ACT FOOL!! Now, this for my real live underground cats who be checkin for the rhymes not checkin for the track Take away all the hype and a nigga straight wack Say fuck dat!! FUCK DAT!! Fuck Dat!! FUCK DAT!! My squad hold it down passin bars, passin mics Make emcees stay at home with water and flashlights Ya motherfuckas crazy telling 'Git Da Git' Trying to see my clique, ain't even getting past the chick [Hook] For those who want to whip it For those who want to flood it For those who want to buy it For those who want to dub it For those who want the sexy For those who want the rugged Say Digga DIGGA Hardcore SLUGGERS Comin up fast while you're fallin even faster A blitz on a Jack handling my money matters For those who want to smoke it For those who want to trick it For those who want to hate me niggas know where they can stick it [Hook] 2x |
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Ha, once again
First and only female representin, yeah Rah Digga comin through you know what I'm sayin Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah like what, what Now I'ma tell it like it aint never been told With the rhyme mechanism that boost me ten-fold Spend dough in pubs, sayin no to scrubs With the crisp deep voice I lace with overdubs Now wassup, if by some haphazard You see me in Rolling Stone or down the rapmaster Up in the slot where you used to rock Your shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that Ha ha ha ha that's fine, that's funny Now they ass catching bricks like the f**kin crash dummies I'm makin hits like the oldies, what's up wit that Cats be frontin like they know me, yo, what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers 'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin strangers My interest strictly record sales and tunnel bangers Verse dentin, worse than armageddon Worse than them kids runnin around bomb settin Mind threatenin, like a couple hits of mescaline Comin up with documents to cover the embezzlin Educated, rhymes pre-meditated Over niggas heads while they out percolatin Spot datin, block money I could take in Drops on the box like I was ovulatin Now, for all the cats wildin, what's up wit that You best better throw your towel in, yo, what's up wit that 'cause the real rap bitch that step foot on the scene Will put a rapper on his ass like warm milk and Ovaltine Yeah, yeah, now what you done lately, what's up wit that And now you wanna hate me, yo what's up wit that Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans 'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that Sweetest person, and I'm still the grimy queen Wit a half ounce of goodie stashed in my Tommy Jeans In '99 baby hold your stuff I be that seventh sign wit no more souls in the guff Focus your attention as I make my mark 'cause I get the party jumpin like your hoopty won't start Got a bad attitude and a worse disposition Corny niggas get the boot, for endangerin the mission Believe all you rap specimens, need to proofread my rap reference 'Fore you're left hangin from your vest Definitely, gettin severance pay While my joint moves 20,000 units every day Official, ever since an itty bitty youngun Before the first kiss when I didn't put my tongue in Now, I'm kickin all type of lingo, what's up wit that I make the shit into a single, ha, what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy 'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin papi Go cop my shit, because you can't get a copy 'cause that's how shit be, what's up wit that The Rah D I G, yo what's up wit that I'm writin rhymes lovely, what's up wit that And how I rep Jersey, yo what's up wit that I wreck shop crazy, what's up wit that And radio plays me, yo what's up wit that You gon say what's up and I'ma say nothin chico I hold shit down for all my rhyme writin people 'cause that's how shit be, the Rah D I G I'm writin rhymes lovely, and how I rep Jersey |
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Rah-rah-rah Digga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out now uh Dirty Harriet! Dirty Harriet! Dirty Harriet! Yeah! Where's my sisters? Where's my sisters? This one's for the brothers The brothers, the brothers Said I be rappin' for da ladies What's up ladies? But this one's for da brothers The brothers, the brothers Yeah check it out now Now I'm the baby in the family And I got three siblings Three older brothers and we trying to make a living So we hustle and we bubble And we coming up fast Ain't gon' never be the same Since mom and pops past The oldest one, child prodigy no doubt Every since he was a kid used to ride a bitch out All grown up now Nice job, nice clout Nice wife, nice house, try-na take the right route Treat sis like a queen brother gave me everything Any time I got in trouble he could probably pull some strings Walk daddy's footsteps and career same speed Made the greatest big brother and a father to his own seed (Uh-oh) But something happened on the job, he started snappin' Problems with the wifee, winging out and started cappin' Tried to turn himself in just to make things right Ended up taking flight cause he's not the jail type The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Now I got a second brother me and this one was closer Made me a little tom boy like he was supposed to Tearing up the place blowing weed in my face Irresponsible to death parents stayed on his case Probably cause he wanted to be the baby in the family Drinking with his friends, macking up Mommy carried me, look half way crook getting crazy on the mic Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight He used to tell me all the time Don't wet none sis By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich That's when I heard the ill My physical got killed Just a couple of weeks after signing a record deal Now somebody gots to bust and have to get a little tough And on the block round the clock Niggas ain't seen nothing Yeah right Never seen a brother more determined or eager Moms and pops couldn't see it Now we not gonna see it either The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Now my last and final brother, kinda something out the norm Some say part depressed some say part deformed Record unclean since his early teens In and out the youth house Playing all the crime scenes Early hangin' with fiends smoking all types of things He used to chase a basketball now he chasing pipe dreams From the door, shit was wrong undetected too long Bugged out when he was little Now he big that was wrong Little too early had to kick him out the house He just wanted some attention that's what dad was all about He used to bust down the door Moms cry, pops fight Even family counseling couldn't make this shit right Word on the street every body want to do him >From his so-called boys to all the chickens he was screwin' Anybody get the chance, who will probably unload? How much longer sis got before the last brother gone OH NO! The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) The lesson of today You have to listen to each and every single word I have to say Because? Rah Digga?remains raw (Follow the rules) (Ya hear me, huh?) Rah Digga, rah digga [Outro] Peace y'all this is the first lady of the Flipmode Squad Rah Digga (Uh-huh) I want to take this time out to say thanks to everybody Who went out and copped my shit For those of y'all who's listening and didn't go cop your own copy I suggest you go handle your BI Now I'm about to take this time out to plug the next Flipmode Squad album (Okay) the Rulership album (Okay) I want to plug the next Busta Ryhmes solo LP?Anarchy And I'm pluggin' the Outsidaz (Hey-dey-dey) Ya know what I mean? Bricks City all day (Night Life) Now for those of y'all who think I purposely make my voice deep Try-na sound like some extra hard core, whatever, whatever Fuck all y'all alright cause This is me, this is who I be This is my voice and you got no choice And on that note I just wanted to say Cheers to another thousand years Of shit poppin' dope emceein' and I write my own rhymes y'all Dirty Harriet! But before I forget don't touch that dial y'all Make sure y'all stay tune to check out These next couple of bonus tracks I left y'all with |
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Yo Yo Yo Yo
Everybody Everybody Everybody Now tell everybody how you came up with your name What was it like try'na get up in the game Dirty Harriet's the name saying anything goes Acting like you never seen a tomboy in dress clothes Like you run around splurging, deepen the excursion TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version Now tell everybody what be going through your mind Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme Seein' people on my left, seein' people on my right Every now and them you come across a fucked up mic Make sure they got water stay steady with the light And I rock it so tight, make the bitches start a fight Now tell everybody bout niggas in your camp How we be rolling, when we work and we lam Got Rock Sham Bus Ramp Spliff me six And another set of caps double that in the Bricks Some smoke, some drink, some battle just for kicks Some'll give your ass a Duffy just for try'na take flicks Now tell everybody what be going through your brains Celeb chick up in the rap game Smoke a rogie in a store getting tipsy on a plane Take a whole lot of money Fuck around and ride the train Say my voice too maley, can't understand me No album out superbitch won a Grammy Chorus: All the ladies in the place clap your hands All the fellas in the house clap your hands Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Now tell everybody bout niggas on your block In New Jerus where the crime don't stop See a bunch of little niggas wearing scuffed up Tim's If his stash been tapped it was probably Juanes Mins Some like to shoot dice fuck around lose friends Some'll blow your brains out get you for your rims Now tell everybody bout bitches 'round the way Who like to hustle Lose scams everyday Type of chicks hit first Even let they kids curse Get a check every month Day job as a nurse I'm bumping out the crib playing scratch card numbers So I'ma get slick Evict they own man running Now tell everybody how we dipping in the stash Or with the swerve don't be spending no cash Drinking all type of goodies Sending heads on a run Everytime I pass a L Here comes another one Now bitch got the munchies Making heads front me Dipping in the dro Niggas fuck around and jump me Now tell everybody how we keep it on lock Now where we headed when the block get hot Now we speeding on the Ave. Puffing on lots of gandas Pumping Jay shit Somebody got Nastradamus Kicking one-liners Car full of rhymers Dipping down the block when the cops get behind us Now tell everybody where you heard it all first Type of shit going into Digga verse Say intellect punch lines Kill 'em all one time Voice still crazy Even when I kick my fun rhymes Digga supreme Clientele like ghost faces Niggas have to go rewrite in most cases Chorus: All the ladies in the place clap your hands All the fellas in the house clap your hands Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) Everybody (Everybody) Everybody (Everybody) Say "Come on, bounce, come on, bounce" (Everybo-dy) |
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