I challenge anybody on here

Ill battle whoever goes first no retypes give me written or top of the dome freestyles

"you want to rap vs me?
you a little bit crazy?
challenging the king of rap aint wise
so I would advize
you turn around and walk away and say your goodbyes
it might be hard seems how your so fat but walking is good exercise
maybe you could walk to mc donalds after training for some frenchfries"

yo d light you cant check muh flow
cuz the joe flow make ya scream like a hoe
bitch ass nigga you wanna battle me
some fresh meat aint got nothin they cant see
my rhymes are heavy like the weight i bare
but what you say? shit niggas dont care.
you best not flollow me back to tha lare cuz you know yall might get a death stare
nah bitch i aint talkin bout the glare, just stop nigga go stand over there.
yall are light wieght cuz yall cant stand it,
bitch got scared ,ran and got back handed
so ya know what bitch thats all im done
because before you were born i had already won.

Now i got 2 challengers
how bout i give u both 2 hits wit 2 caliburs
I give the game meaning
Im D light cuz i dont have to go hard to give yall complications breathing
ive been in the struggle
till i turned every little thing small to a bundle
I dont do gimics mimics and unlike yall I get hotter by the minute
and I blew my roof off cuz da ceiling was not my limit
now i do outdoor battles till niggaz need lifejackets and paddles to finish
Im not a wannabe im where the hunters be and youll drown in a river if your flow is under me
I could teach you some new shit call it mentoring
and i got so many bars in my head i could create a penitentiary
so yall raps were fine but wasted ya time im hard liquor you wine by far sicker wit rhymes
and as for yall flow i checked it met it now i fucking regret it u get it

WHEN B GRAB THE PAPER AND THE MUTHAFUCKIN PEN I
SPIT THE FLOW WITH THE FORCE LIKE A FUCKIN JEDI
AND THEN I, CATCH THE GLASS EYES OFF THE RED EYE
HAIL FROM THE AK BUT ITS VERY FAR FROM BEDSTUY
DON'T TRY TO BUTTER BREAD WITH GOOD JOBS OR WELL WISHES
I ROCK TATTOOS OF CRUCIFIXES FLIPPED DOWN WITH TRIPLE SIXES
THEY CALL ME MR. BLACK AND DECKER RHYME INC.
SPIT TEN BARS FASTER THEN YA EYES BLINK
I THINK YA MIGHT SINK, NOW YA FUCKIN DROWNIN BRO
NEVER LET CHA GO LIKE MY NAME WAS UNDERTOW

Hey Requiem you must get high everytime that your weed comes

if u think your lines hit as much as my speed drums

Im gutta like no otha but you smotha and go down on ya own brotha

you act like a cobra

Ill take your tat rip it off yo back turn it upside down and call that the crossova

da lords side is where im at

cuz da blessings I recieved is like winnin a title match

It feels good

and my hood dont respect it as much as they should

but c da hatin im used to taking like da money where it stood

stiil i put it to good will u use papa to buy them fake grillz

you create skillz you aint got not even a lil

My flow is steady snd yours spills Im ILL!

U niggas keep on tryin me

comin at me wit sum beef

Starin at my bucket seats

84 on 23's

Yall comin at me sideways

Niggas b fake now-a-days

Stackin paper rockin j's

Stunna shades nigga I'm made

Movin bricks an breakin keys

Was born an raised on da streets

Now I'm wreckin on these beats

Fuck with me I'll make u bleed

Cut ya throat wen u sleep

So u prayin at night hopin for life

Wishin I don't ride tonight

U die in my sight, u cryin for life

Nigga don't be tryna hide

I want wats mine, comin wit a glock or a nine

Tryna find wat I want da white or da fire

Da sight of a liar gets me all pshyched up

Set to kill for I even pic da mic up

you all words nothing to back it up
ha! talking to me as if you were a grownup
acting all hard
wen your just a big fat tub of lard!
i look at a pig and think its your splitting image
its not my fault you're the only gay in the village
when i slammed your mothers ass i apologise if theres spillage
its just she's so tight i came on her face and cleavage
you're from a world thats a pig sty
will i let you get ahead? when pigs fly
you must be on the crack like whitney or losing your marbles like britney to think you can diss me
me beating you im writing history
i can catch you in a playground where the kids be
i run the stretch from england to italy
what that guy said you write rhymes originally
im unique and you just arent as fit as me
when you replied i was like oh shit he triggered me
now you've had to deal with the disasterous delivery
forget putting your heart into an epiphany
forget battling me specifically
we all know you came from down under just like an aberiginy
wen i see you im gonna hit you with deadly combos
ive got the mind of M.Schofield and the brute of L.Burrows!
i'll take you out cos your the one i despise
if you keep going the price of your freedoms gonna rise"

you think you can destroy me
you cant beat me lyrically
i cripple mc's sinistrely
im so crazy you might catch strays from g3's from the back seat
because im dropping bombs like afgan, im on half a can, im half man
half lyrical genius
you never seen this done like this before these words are raw
im droppin them like im poppin hoppin stompin on one foot still DROPPIN EM
im going in rectangles around this town
tierd of running circles around
these fake mcs tryna step to me,
my two lock stocks are cocked
click clock goes my glock on the block
waiting for these fake ass niggas to run up for there rocks
boom pow goes my nine your mine these rhymes are a sign of defeat
you will find no other im the reaper the creaper put you in the sleeper
aint no way you gonna catch me fightin
youll catch me slice n dicen
rippin and gashin
tearing n screamin
bitch you aint dreamin
this is how i do it
this is how i be spittin
sick rhymes crazy shit im ill with it like eminem im infinite

havent been on this page cuz i smelled a fish odor
but ima controller and ima play till i win or its just game over
for all yall out of place im a give you order
you broke and lifes a bitch cuz you cant afford her
you remind me of and old dude holdin on for air on the wall
yall tell so much stories but where do you store it all
Im a wrecking ball did ya memory forget D Light could destroy a mall?
here you clivir men but ya real names paul
if D even points a spot on the ground then thats where youll fall
i send pics to ya head cuz i dont go to bed with a draw
you write on scratch paper im typing from da mind wit lion claws
im sharp cuz i use a needle and a dart
to numb ya ass and then rip u apart
i sting to quick for u to feel it
u need to think then after bee like damn he really sealed it
ima wrap up well like taco bell
man yall just fryin yallselves in a pan like yolk out the egg shells

Is dis da dude who went and called me out?/
da 30 year old who lives wit his mom
can't go outta da house/
lives n da garbage/
next 2 his father da grouch/
i kno u wanna cry/
ya shrink said embrace ya inner fag/
bust~n out da crease jus embrace ya outter flab/
a minor nuisance/
easily picked off like a scab/
an uppercut from Verse gives da neck of a giraffe/
u called out a typhoon/
natural~disas/(disaster)
homes he's a leach yo/
prolly da fat kid at school who gets a wedgie/
always stash~n some Cheetos/(lol)
dis fish is a G yo/
more like a G~nome/
midget/
scared like a bizz~nitch/
Nemo/
he~onn/
drugs/
2 think dat he could beat me/
or maybe he jus mad he jus
found out he got VD/
he says he's a controller/
well dude is defective/
i want my money back/
my receipt?/
yea i kept it/
!REJECTION!/
dats why he asked so discreetly/
love letter n hand/
jus couldn't wait 2 uck~n meet me/
da bitch type/
always gotta talk u watch~n da t.v/
and he think he sick/
but by dat mean~n it burns when he pee~pees/(lol)
so come on dog/
there's a gap n our comparison/
my careers n bloom/
urz been ova like Harrison's/
Fordeeee/
fall back/
I jus hit a birdie/
dis nigga is a fruit/
u kno he prevents scurvy/
there ain't alot of thanks~giving/
but here's a turkey/
and i don't mind carve~n em 4 Jersey/
You Ernie/
nigga where's Bert?/
u kno he breaks his legs n/
he taught em how 2 "jerk"/(lol)


u want me 2 keep goin...lol....


yo 4 real...if we gon do dis we gon need judges homie....cuz nobody ever wants 2 admit defeat or ever say dey lost...dat shit always gets on my nerves...3 niggas...who are unbiased...dat way we keep it fair...and it ain't no arguement about what went down...not trynn nuff~n funny jus keep~n it real...cuz i b hate~n dat lil bitch ish where niggaz running around talk~n dat shit know~n damn well dey got ownedddd....lol


either way...i back down from none...so u tell me whatchu wanna do



ghosttt

u walk~n down da wrong back block/
I'm bout as raw as Sahtyre/
gotta rap sheet bigger den Sasquatch/
u ass ock/
trynna pull a win off me/
dats jus a bad plot/
had em running more yards den Donovan Mcnabb got/
make em freeze/
control/
alt/
den delete/
bald~headed bitch nigga/
tell em off wit his weave/
he gett~n smart/
trynn different market~n schemes/
but bitch all n his genes/
dats why he rock~n tight jeans/
i mean/
He Mugsy Bouges/
I'm Warren Sapp/
come play me up n my sport/
get destroyed jus like Shaq/
might flex/
mic check 1,2,1,2/
dis nigga got more chick n em den da moulan Rouge/
letz get a 2on2/
or even a 1on2/
jus 2 even da odds/
i'll tell u what i'm gon do/
i'll "allow" u 2 pick our judges/
from ya clique or ya covern/
from dusk 2 dawn/
dis da shit i govern/
u beat~n me/
like Beans vs Soulja Boy/
stomach growl~n/
hear it making da moped noise/
witcha shitty ass raps/
i get so annoyed/
but when i come out wit da easy win/
ya girl will b overjoyed/
so when u talk about ya favorite/
u can say dat be me/
i'ma tell u like tell my bitches/


"don't watch me, watch t.v."/(lol)


aiiight...i'm out...felt like doin another 1 b4 left da house

up until now u been rippin mediocre niggas
but like my rhymes the fingers speedy over triggers
now you got a competitor whose better than ya go figure
so stop with the hard talk and the walk the far walk
you on my level? pft i'll leave u in shock
fuck a glock take a rock matter fact kick rocks
knock your top off and out your fuckin socks
think you dope im like flava flav rockin clocks
you beggin for money for ice maybe even suckin cocks
get outta this game dog it aint your forte'
and with each wack rhyme homie you lookin more gay
im the stallion of the game you a lil horsay
i suggest u back down but its your call yay or nay
lyrically your hurtin dog
and its concernin dog
so please take my advice and do some learnin dog
or at least memorize your lines and verses dog
so you dont come through with some wack shit
its just to easy to murder you with my lyrical hatchet
dont get me started, cause my flow? you'll hatch it
somethin so nice you wont be able to match it
be havin you jealous u copy/pastin to snatch it
thats it
you testicular faggot
probably suck so much dick they call you gay magnet
bouta get rashed, humiliated and stomped u fuckin maggot
dog i had it
with your failing rhymes
so ima tell you two more times
get off the page
get off the page
cause you dont wana let the beast out the cage

serious...

and PLEASE my dudes... lets get a judge up in here... i want my win..

u jus aiiight/
i've heard wayyy better analogies/
merc em/
den force a Chris Brown/
"where's my apology"/
Da Oddessy/
trynna take da kingdom dat (I) built/
trynna take da credit 4 da people dat i've kill~t/
u not real son/
at least not like me/
and ya rhyme scheme is about as hot as Iced Tea/
"think you dope im like flava flav rockin clocks"/

think i'm "STILL" battle~n a mediocre nigga, right Scott?/(lol)
Y stop?!/
cuz JR ain't no writer/
after i'm done wit em dey'll b hold~n up dey lighters/
charge da nigga 2 cypher/
2 breathe n my air/
signal 4 my fighter jets/
make em disappear/
****awww yeaaa****
i think u need 2 listen up junior/
shoulda did ya homework
b4 u stepped n2 my room bruh/
mediocre lines/
dat makes u "MEDIOCRE GUY"
u got "some" swagger/
must perform on karoke night/(lol)
hope he bright/
and dat he learns from his short comings/
he bout 2 get F'd/
when i get his report from em/
da highlight of ya verse was ya 1st 4 bars/
now u slo~wly lose~n ya mind like Stephan Marb/
(awww mannnn)
average Joe~E~takes a L/
might give em another 1/
if things don't go well/
if da punchline hits/
den my right cross will/
and after da follow thru watch how da black eye swells/
u broke dog/
we both kno u ain't gett~n pesos/
prolly living n ya boyfriends shadow like Yayo/
JR/
say what up 2 Jerry Lawler 4 me/
and don't quit ya day job/
or expect a 2nd sob story/


hahahaha...i'll give u some credit...u aiiight...
maybe da 5th best i've heard on here...but outta da 5 i actually respect...
u still like i said jus aiiight...u still need work...and dat flavor flav line proved it...lol...
2 ever compare yaself 2 flavor flav is a loss in its own right...he's a hype man...he's a retard...and he's ugly...and even worse he makes all his money by look~n like an idiot...hahahaha...on 2nd thought keep compare~n urself 2 em...dats actually a good comparison...lol...ya write~N has promise...but i ain't lose~n 2 a half ass verse like dat...there's a reason y my name is Verse2.....and o yea.....u must b talk~n bout ya cell window...lol...cuz u ain't gett~n no win off me...but we need judge so i can put junior n his place

honesty, n not on any hatin ish... there wasnt any real flow till the 2nd half where u just killed it. but the first 1/3 there wasnt any real good rhyme scheme goin on
and come on now.. NOONE really actually admits they lost... so u sayin theres no way you goin lose is expected... and not comparin myself to his ideologies and his retarded ways.. jus his ice gear.

i personally think im better.. but lets let some other pple decide?

yall think yall could win but im heatin up bubblein
i stay throwin hard shots thats why ill beat u up rumblein
listen my flow like 2 day old bubble gum i know its hard to chew
the only good flow you got from da top is when ill make your head ooze
i pack artilery that would erase u from history
the only blade you got is kitchen knives that have your fingers blistering
you tried to kill me why? that would only add to your misery
u a crack fiend jittering make up wearing glittering unknown case like unsolved mysteries
this gettin ugly quick i got a nasty reflex
JR if you were eva a beast its cuz you were born wit defects
do yall feel the volume im mastering
and this nigga has his name verse2 cuz he comes after the massacering
hes able to fix holes in his place but once i put holes in his face there is no plastering
i bet this nigga so bitch his whore makes him sleep on the floor
next day makes him do chores and wear an apron indoors
and none want war in battle you have to be a soldier from the core
then after that want more then after that guide ya otha niggaz like a tour
build em up like a superstore yall now fucked and gon need saving like a superwhore
thats what im here for to pressure dudes down
cant back out now i just gave a full round
reload ill explode on who wants a new sound
click clack boom boom rrrah rrrah Owww

i started this and ima end it anyone disagrees post all you want but to me ima always
come out firein

as i said b4...i still think ur jus aiiight...and i respect da critisim and lil bit of love...no homo...but everything i write...i write 2 a beat...so there's always a flow 2 it...itz jus a matter of how da beats formatted...

think you dope im like flava flav rockin clocks"/

think i'm "STILL" battle~n a mediocre nigga, right Scott?/(lol)


now dis line when i read it flowed alil flaw~ish when i read it back a few times...and da closer was alil rugged...but da rest flowed perfect n my eyes when i read it...

JR/
say what up 2 Jerry Lawler 4 me/
and don't quit ya day job/
or expect a 2nd sob story

cuz i wanted 2 end it on a diff flow...but compared 2 ya joint....there was a mega diff...da majority of ya rap centered around gay shit...and dat shit is played out...and old...nuff~n original...nuff~n flipped...

up until now u been rippin mediocre niggas
but like my rhymes the fingers speedy over triggers

^flow was on point...and it was an aiight line...ain't gon front

now you got a competitor whose better than ya go figure
so stop with the hard talk and the walk the far walk

^dat faltered 4 me abit cuz u messed up there...
it shoulda been...

now you got a competitor whose better than ya go figure
so stop with the hard talk and walk the far walk

you on my level? pft i'll leave u in shock
fuck a glock take a rock matter fact kick rocks

^and dat 1 showed u had swag...lol...no homo...but da fact dat u used rocks twice kinda took away from it


but after dat it fell apart 4 me...dats being real on some honest 2 god shit...like i said compared 2 alot of da dudes whose shit i den read on here...urs was aiight...a bigger step n da right direction...and i respect dat...but even Flav's clocks i wouldn't b repp~n...lol

as far as dubbz...i'll give a few lines dat even 4 fillers...kinda fucked ju over...4 me anyway...everybodies likes and dislikes are diff...naa mean...and maybe itz jus not my kinda material da stuff u talked about...idk

"im the stallion of the game you a lil horsay"

^nooooooo...lol...dats jus not sumth~n a nigga would say...u started it off right...but da horsay finisher...eghh...it was like a punch from a kid wit down syndrome...jus haaa...shit nowhere near a nigga...lol

"think you dope im like flava flav rockin clocks"

^and stepp~n away from da original reason about da falor flav comparison and y i ain't like it...really read da line...and think about what chu said...
**think u dope ~ i'm like flava flav rock~n clocks** ...da line itself makes no sense...lol

"i suggest u back down but its your call yay or nay"

^ dat line i got...but as a filler...it was kinda bad homie...lol...u kno what i mean...and none of dis is meant 4 clown~n...dis is being real...now~a~days...rap has escalated far as lyrics...and dats what we're here 2 grow on...i mean there's plenty of bubble gum rappers out there...naa mean...but da ones "REAL NIGGAS" listen 2...they usally have depth 2 em...double meaning bars...nice flows and all dat jazz...and i said ur better n da sense...dat dats da kinda lines i expect from u...most of da dudes here...

i'ma shoot ya mom/
and hit ya whore's mouth/
rape ya grandma/
den make ya daughter go south/

dats about as original as i've seen 4 da most part...lol...not knock~n niggas...cuz u here 2 get better...Aly B was really good...and Spitzitreal27 was really good 2...there was a few...jus 2 names 2 run off u wanna see vocab...and lyrics...and not ya run of da mills...they're actually part of my 5...lol...

but i see u n da light where i expect better lines...and a broader scope of material...da difference wit me and u...i use everything...ya name...things n ya rhymes...all dat...u don't have a pic up...or ya hometown or none of dat...so i can't go at dem...but u had my shit...and u didn't use none of it...so u lost points 4 dat...u saw i was black from my pic...race...1 thing 2 go off...i'm n jersey...u never came at dat...i'm 21...didn't go at dat...and instead u give a half ass verse like da 1 u gave...and say ohh...i feel i'm better den u...u actually made me lose alil respect n my eyes...


and if u look at da picture...how i'm see~n it...and u think about whose winning...i'd say itz pretty one~sided right now...whatchu think...

my bad 4 da length jus wanted 2 make sure u seen it wasn't on no hate~n stuff...jus keep~n it a hundred...

stay up and b safe

ghostttt

hahahaha

dude is funny...i hate 2 say it...but urs is worse den his...lol...and u da 1 who called me out...lol...

and this nigga has his name verse2 cuz he comes after the massacering

^wow...da 1 line u make direct...and itz ass as all get out...lmao


4 someone self proclaim~n dem selves da best on here....lmao....if JR read~n dis...den i ain't even gotta finish dat thought...wowww dog...i'm not even gonna do a full verse on dat 1...

D light/
can't even get his speech right/
i see him at home practice~n his little Wii swipes/(lol)
u killed ya~self/
didn't even need 3 strikes/
wayyyy past weak right?/
end of his career like B~knight/
W/
O/
W/
who even fuckz witchu/
^dats da only time you'll ever walk away wit Wz/ (lol)
hate 2 burst da bubble 2/
but a win you'll never get/
cuz after he wrote da verse/
he had 2 re~edit it/ (lol)
i'm effortless wit dis/
prolly took u a while 2/
prolly wrote it yesterday/
like Yay dis'll wow dude/ (lol)
naa homes i'm foul 2/
da type dat Snipes Wesley/
hit em wit a guitar/
bury em wit Elvis Presly/
he bitch like Lisa Lesie/
dats why he did a post and dip/
seen dat i was on/
there's his post/
now he's gone/ (lol)
his spell~n is atrocious/
has anybody noticed/
****firein****
there's no "e"/
its dropped 4 "i~n~g"/ (lol)
u really need 2 bow 2 da (Ki)~n~g/
ur my left testical/
belong beside mister Mo~by D/
yea/
u kno itz me/
mister long~ass~run~onnn/

click clack boom boom rrrah rrrah Owww

BITCHHH

i cant lie i cant lie sum of yall niggaz is wack
try me and ill leave em bullets in tact
stay on track and hop off ma ball sack
holsters and nines nikka i stay strapped
im grimy and grity but ma bars are soo ruthless
fuk round nigga and ill leave yo ass toothless
who diss?? nigga i am a nucsence truth be told niga i really do this
im freash i shine like ma neckless
reckless ill leave yo ass NECK less!!
check diss 1 shot leave u breathless
aint shyt so move on to da next bitch
ima huztla i put crack in da street like potholes
all diss SHITs da same xcept differnt ASSHOLLES

aight dike it dont matter if i dont spell my rymes appropriatly
just when i battle i ate a pussy ferociously
wit your missin letters all ova ya page my gameplay i made so pause from coaching me
im glad u accepted to step in to get roasted b
cuz i got an oven set for ya way past your degree
if that freestyle of yours was no effort
then your best is the worst
my first verse was the reload
now for verse2 feel the burst
ya raps is off track
you made them long ago to beats and tried to use me to bring em back
in ya hood you a ghost cuz you write and type so much thats ya life so far
my lines like snickers bro yo i make some sweet bars
this the last you gon read from me im out to get cake
thanks everybody watchout for the mixtape
theres some crazy shit i posted i hope yall learn from and dont take (Verse2 ha!)
i forced my title here myself call it sick rape
cuz I fucked all you bitches up down sideways and straight
703vaslim you fake i heard most those lines u replaced
wit your own flow lil kit kat ho just *give it a break!*
{1 yall}

ur flows been broken
bullets penetrate ur bones leave ur shirt soakin
i see u hopin dat ur domes not in ma focus
cuz 1 shot leave ur crew croakin
and god dam dat kit kat lines old
and i now u mad dat ur mixtape aint sold
and i noe u mad dat ma flow is dam cold
and now u runnin cuz of da guns dat i hold
haha dis shyts easy to me
VA slim frum da 703
cum get sum if u a true Gee
and Verse2 is better den u barnone
he dont need a second verse he only need 1
cuz u wack u said u eat pussy right???
i guess u are wat u eat so i guess u a pussy Dike
i aint even gotta drop a track but im still sicker den u
no flu no disease i just do wat i do
Direct call outs huh?? nigga i dont play
do u like 50 call yo trick and make her day haha
cuz D light is dim
scared of me ha VAslim!!!

i can't b measured by nothing else then killigrams/
make em disappear 4 da hot summer like killa~cam/
"center cam"
dis goes on ya wish list 4 santa/
tell em drop off a book/
dat can enhance ya grammar/
and me vs 703/
dats like 7 on 3/
u got seven/
better bet it on me/
both y'all bars like "WHATEVA" 2 me/
so when they don't make "cents"/
don't expect any credit from me/
whoaaaa/
"U"
think u better den "V"/
pshhhhhhhhhhh/
one more (a)gain/
pshhhhhhhhhhh/
what he say/
pshhhhhhhhhh/


they see me dey run n da room and panic/
knowing damn well
my bars flake n dey head jus like dandruff/
b4 stepp~n 2 me/shoulda read my pamphlets/
now dey gett~n son~ed out wit a binky and pampers/
Gwen/
ma dis shit is Bannanas/
he a dike/like lohan/
cuz he can't get any love from no man/
if only u were real/i could feel ya/
but u obsess~n over dat small glass of tila tequila/
"get it" /
get off my broom dis ain't quidditich/
give em chron jus like riddick/
all da time/
he b lie~n/
i'm off da top like a fit~it/
i slide down da chimney n dis buissiness/
so da girls love my "jolly" i'm sorta like saint nidd~icc/
ya degree line/didn't allign wit all da rest of it/
and wit all dem runs/
i guess he really jus a congested prick/
verse2 da medicine/
lil homie's a fake/
ain't gett~n money/
but upgraded
"now" deliver~n cake/(lol)
and none of my shit off da shelf/
so da punchline/dat punched guy/
u could say is fresh 4 da L/
and 703 ya last 2 bars were ya highlights/
so ya (V)irgin~(A)ss got a (Slim) chance on prom night/ (prime~prom)
usually i dumb my bars down/
but i want there 2 b unanimous decision at da end of da round/
u called dat butt rape/
no wayyy fuck face/
now itz my turn/
get da camera and da duct tape/
he say his lines is sooo sweet/kinda shady/
well....
i say...
itz like candy from a baby



ghosssssttt

aiiight VA....if i hadda known u weren't come~n at me from jump...i woulda never put u n dat....lol....my bad...daps 4 da respect...dat verse was much better den da last 1....keep doin ya thing

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