B i o g r a p h y
 (by Charles Spano)

RJD2's music is a collage of cut-and-paste hip-hop that combines disparate elements to make for soulful, moody portraits of the world. Born in Eugene, OR, on May 27, 1976, he moved to Columbus, OH, a few years later and was raised there. He first busted out onto the hip-hop scene in 1998 — a time when producers were emerging from the shadows to seize the spotlight — as the DJ/producer for the Columbus-based group Megahertz. MHz had two 12" singles released on Bobbito Garcia's Fondle 'Em Records and the group was mentioned in Vibe Magazine's "History of Hip Hop." In 2000, RJD2 produced Copywrite's debut single, "Holier Than Thou," on Rawkus Records. In the spring of 2001, he made his first formal appearance as a solo artist on the Def Jux Presents... compilation, proving he could hold his own alongside such luminaries as Company Flow, El-P, Cannibal Ox, and Aesop Rock. RJD2's debut album, Dead Ringer, followed on Def Jux in 2002. One of the best underground hip-hop releases of the year, it melded dirty samples and a classic approach to song structure for an end result that gave DJ Shadow, DJ Spooky, and Moby a run for their money. Since We Last Spoke followed in 2004.




Dead Ringer
- 2002-07-23 -



The horror
Salud
Smoke & Mirrors
Good times roll part 2
Final frontier
Ghostwriter
Cut out to FL.
F.H.H.
A shot in the dark
The chicken-Bone circuit
The proxy (Instrumental)
2 more dead
Take the picture off
Silver fox
June
Work
Hidden Track


Since We Last Spoke
- 2004-05-18 -



Since We Last Spoke (Instrumental)
Exotic Talk
1976
Ring Finger
Making Days Longer
Someone's Second Kiss
To All Of You
Clean Living
Iced Lightning (Instrumental)
Intro
Through The Walls
One Day
De l'alouette
Holy Toledo (Instrumental)
 

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Legend & Informations

Notation:

(...?) lyrics I can't figure out
(???) I am unsure about lyrics on this line
{note} notes
[ ] denotes either time stretching or scratching of incapsuled words

Nearly complete list of samples for Dead Ringer :
(rjd2 track, element) - original artist - song

(Smoke & mirrors Intro lyrics) - Marion Black - Who knows
(chicken-bone circuit, talking) - lovage - tea time with maseo
(f.h.h.) - mystic moods orchestra - universal mind
(final frontier, strings) - yes - roundabout
(final frontier, vocals) - evelyn 'champagne' king - the show is over
(find you out, main sample) - tyrone davis - a woman needs to be loved
(ghostwriter) - elliot smith - i didn't understand
(ghostwriter) - walter carlos - time steps
(ghostwriter, horns) - betty wright - secretary
(ghostwriter, violin) - william tell - overture
(here's what's left) - david matthews - silent running
(here's what's left, vocals) - the intruders - memories are here to stay
(june & salud, background) - samson and delilah & the boss city people - there's a dj in your town
(june, guitar)
(let the good time roll) - brian auger - tiger
(let the good times roll pt. 2) - brian auger & the trinity ft. jule driscoll - tiger
(rain) - cannonball adderley - dat dere
(rain, intro) - pink floyd - echoes
(rain, piano) - bobby timmons - dat dere
(rain, vocals) - astrud gilberto - the gentle rain
(shot in the dark, piano) - the incredible hulk - the assassin
(silver fox, vocals, music) - quincy jones - behold, the only thing greater than yourself
(silver fox, vocals, music) - the manhattans - follow your heart
(smoke & mirrors, drums) - steppenwolf - jupiter child
(smoke & mirrors, vocals) cris williamson - waterfall
(the chicken-bone circuit, drums) - mongo santamaria - cold sweat
(the horror) - first moog quartet - hey hey
(the horror) - gershon kingsley - hey, hey
(the horror, horns) - scooby doo theme
(two more dead, horns) - billy eckstine - third child
(two more dead, intro) - syl johnson - concrete reservation
(work, organ) - grover washington jr. - the black frost
(work, vocals) - alvin robinson - something you got


Dead Ringer

*** Huge thanx to Matthew who did and sent me all these lyrics on the forum ***

The Horror

[time, time, time, time, time] Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the monster! (monster, monster, monster, monster)

[hey, hey, hey, hey, hey]

[time, time, time, time, time] Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!

[hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey]
I will amuse myself with terror
(amuse myself with terror) (heh heh)
From what graves did I come?
For what evil next was I compounded?
I have time. all the time I needed to put an end to you.
You've come to find me to destroy the monster (monster, monster, monster {only on left channel})
I am real.
[No, No, No] No more.
No one is safe!

[hey, hey, hey, hey, hey]

[time, time, time, time, time] Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!
Time, Time, Time, Time. Time to understand the horror!

Salud

[o,o,o]Okay. This is the first record I've made under my own name.
The first one I've made under my own control entirely without anyone else telling me what to do in certain places.
Some of the stuff I like very much. Some of the stuff I quite like. and I don't hate any of it, so I've settled for this... music.
I can't decide which piece to start with, so I won't start with any of [the piece, i've already started.]
I hope you like what you hear [hear,hear,hear,hear,hear...]

Smoke & Mirrors

Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Maybe sunshine and maybe rain
But as for me I'll wait and see
Maybe it'll bring my love to me, no

Who knows what tomorrow will bring
Maybe sunshine and maybe rain
But as for me I'll wait and see
Maybe it'll bring my love to me, no

Sometimes it takes a rainy day
Just to let you know
Everything's gonna be alright
Alright

*** Thanx a lot to Billy for this one ***

Good Times Roll Pt.2

Ladies and gentlemen, you've heard the soul for sound [part one.]
Now, part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo] {both at the same time}
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo] {both at the same time}

Part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

Part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

Part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

[noooo,noooo,noooo] {fade out}

Drifter went into my mama,
Before I was born.

"You got a poor child comin',
and the world's gonna know."

got my black cat (bone).
got my mojo too.

(tricked all he came in)
"I'm gonna mess with you."

Drifter went into my mama,
Before I was born.

"You got a poor child comin',
and the world's gonna know."

got my black cat (bone).
got my mojo too.

(tricked all he came in)
"I'm gonna mess with you."

part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

part two Are you ready? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]
Do you wanna hear? [yeaaaa {&} noooo]

[noooo,noooo,noooo] {fade out}

[i,i,i,i,i]
[wah!]

[yea, yea, yea] {random scratching}

Just won't work (no more). {x5}

Final Frontier

( Featuring Blueprint on vocals )

Yeah, what up
[the show is over]
Welcome to the final frontier
Soul Position
RJD2 on the beats plus myself, Blueprint, on the
rhymes
[the show is over]
Live and direct

We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier

We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
Life begins when the record spins and ends
When blended into the next with scratches
RJ constructs the canvas, I find a color that matches
Outline the rhyme and increase the content
Blueprint the piece that completes the concepts
Sequence the song steps to make it more complex
Soul Position in, sole possession of
Poll position, hold your breath and listen
While I resurrect these twenty-six letters
A lesson to beginners that tend to pale in comparisson
You're not ill, and if you are
[My notepad's full of medicine]
Plus my freestyle is [Excedrin]
Take two hours and call me back with a new style
[And show me you're prepared for the final frontier]

We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier

[We breathe adrenaline,] elevate organically [right]
My pen like a turntable arm moves mechanically
Even when the groove shifts or skips dramatically
I accurately etch out my welded fine fantasy
Across a skyline covered with sound
I move into position like a cumulus cloud
Acid rain slang still a part of my emosis
My first demo, known to soak instrumentals
With brainstorms, capable to break in the calm
Created by strange tongues that praise the norm
But while they make a living giving false testimony
I often impress the ceremony with an exercise in exorcism
First I ride the rhythm, then I spit a venomous
Open mic sermon for the trife vermon
That had a hard time learnin'
How to properly prepare for the final frontier

We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier

We breathe adrenaline, elevate organically
Escaping out of milk crates with modern-day tragedies
Of lost verse, or crews you coulda looped first
But refuse to do the work when the whistle blew
So in a world dominated by the digital
The metrinome I listen to beats inside of my chest
It speeds up with a level of stress
It's built to last, but analog at best
Ingest another measurement of time served
My lifeline swerves kinda like a sine curve
Time blurs, during my breakneck ascend
To apex and then slows during my lows
Tone-deaf soundmen work my shows
The ass of my artform's always exposed
But I'm inspired by the front rows
They're the reason I prepared for the final frontier

We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
We're here [the show is over]
The Final Frontier
[the show is over]
[the show is over]
[the show is over]

Ghostwriter

--in strum mental--

{words denoted}

-Lord I know.
-oh yeah.
-you.

Cut Out To Fl.

Girl :
Is there something wrong?

Guy :
Ahhh.... I was just sorta, you know, thinkin' about tomorrow.

Girl :
Tomorrow?

Guy :
The lawyer said I'll probably get off; you know, probation or something like that
But he might be saying that afraid i'll jump bail and take off.


Girl :
What are you gonna do?

Guy :
I was thinking about cutting out to Florida tonight. [night,night,night,night]

Guy :
(i said) I'm thinking about getting lost down there.
You know, it's real warm down there;
[if i moved down there i could get a blanket and sleep]
Out on the beaches at night.


Girl :
Where will i find you? (what if i want you?)

Guy :
Yeah but hmm... I'm used to being independant
I couldn't be put in a cage or anything
And besides, you'll never wait.


Girl :
Yes I will.

Guy :
You say that now, but you don't really mean that.

Girl :
I will. i promise i will. [promise i will] {fade out}

F.H.H.

( Featuring Jakki Da Motamouth on Vocals )

{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!'
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth

Whenever I write, I put myself out of place from other cats
So it don't sound like another brother's rap
I smother tracks with raw shit, niggas aren't able to bite
What I bring to the table is height
Then I easily superceed, niggas need what I got
Reason I'm hot, there's no other raw season of pot
While most motherfuckers follow the guidelines and hit by 101
Jakki the Mota mouth decides to have fun
Not following rules, swallowing crews
Son I toss cats off the stage, often I slay their soft raps
To all you fake dictionary MCs, get off that
Half of y'all don't understand your own rhymes and soft batch
They straight at open mics, we put them out on the street
Take away their dope beat, let 'em rhyme and they weak
And the mic can be a decieving device
Muffle your rhymes so they ain't clear and concise
Have niggas thinking you nice

With battle I'll crack all your gear and all your wack raps
You can't be saved by your babbling or your backpack
Doing it for the love is great but you fake
And putting your shit out is a mistake nobody wants to make

{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!'
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth

Hate when I go to open mics and I see everybody clapping
For some clown they don't understand
Yet everybody acting like he dope because they believe he's hip hop

Y'all convincing me that most of y'all are brainwashed
Dug in old hip-hop history
Some cats are crap without their tracks 'cause they weak
I wish a nigga would say he listen to me for the beats
Some got the nerve to say they dope when they spit
When even they family got a tape and they won't open the shit

I got a big mouth and I ain't scared to use it
One person's key style allows everyone to abuse it
So what the fuckk is your definition of underground?
Depressing beats and bleak cats who love the sound

Well I ain't part of that, I'm tired of rapper's garbage
I'm the part of the underground who only feels the raw shit
And I can take a nigga out regardless
You can bring your hardest artists and I'll make 'em heartless

Some say they lyrically this, or lyrically that
Throwing lyrical in every rap and they lyrically wack
And many cats rhyme over tracks nobody fiends for
Don't fuck around with me, if you can only fuck with keyboards

Just 'cause lazy niggas use recognisable material
Don't mean the dope samples are not original
'Cause a producer with skill can lace tracks
Keyboard beats aren't that original, lets face facts

That shit was overused in the G-funk era
Don't give me that excuse, real MCs want better
You rhyme over enough shit, most get away with murder
Like kids who think they words rhyme 'cause they the suffix

Must bitch niggas be fragile with facts
You bragging 'bout who you battled, but who you battled was crap
What you angry for, and acting all tense
If you innocent be cool, only the guilty's catching offense

{chorus}
Keep tryin' to keep it real by keepin' it raw
While half of y'all still be keepin' it flaw
And all the real heads scream 'Fuck hip hop!'
Until this mediocre bullshit stops
Drug fiends let me show you the route
Who's that motherfucker still keepin the dope in the house?
It's Mota mouth. who? it's Mota mouth baby, it's Mota mouth

Shot In The Dark

[shoot to ki-kill, to-kill] {x4}

[shoot to kill]

Chief :
Let's go.

Officer 1 :
He's got his hands up, Chief. Take it easy.

Chief :
Alright you!

Man :
No need to shoot me officer, I was just--

Chief :
Don't you be tellin' me what not to do, man.
Just walk foward and keep them hands high.

Man :
I saw the man... the assalant.

Chief :
Shut your mouth.

Man :
But I was just chasing him

Chief :
I told you shut your mouth! (Phantom) arrest him.

Officer 2 :
He's clean.

Chief :
Cuff him.

Man :
But wait, I'm not the one you're looking for.

Chief :
Shut your mouth, boy!

Man :
You're making a mistake officer.
The man you want is getting away.
He's about 5'7". [5'7"] He weighs---

Chief :
Get him in the car!

Man :
Now look, my name is Benson.
I just got here from-- {punch in face}

Chief :
I asked you to shut your mouth, boy.
[mouth boy] You gonna do it? [do it]

Chicken-Bone Circuit

{women @ ~1:20}

Woman 1 :
They really (slaggy)... wasn't just the one.
I mean, they were really great.

Woman 2 :
And the hair attraction

Woman 3 :
They were little boys and they were cute

Woman 4 :
But when he first came to town... last night

Woman 5 :
{laughs} the full clattered jaw...
And he's the guy with the hit record.
'Cause there is a definate (...?) breed in the music.
Some chicks were really fooled.
The Beatles really started with (a lot of people started with) something else.
And it's the influx of english roots (...?)

Woman 3 :
They were little boys and they were cute

Woman 5 :
The full clattered jaw

Woman 2 :
And the (hair) attraction

Woman 4 :
And they played records.

Woman 6 :
It's better when a group isn't playing

Woman 7 :
Just went to the music

2 More Dead

Two more dead {x5}
(I've got you) {x2}

Two more dead {x7}
(I've got you)

[get nice ya'll] {x5} [ya'll,ya'll,ya'll,ya'll] {fade out}

Woahh... we're gonna do. is. where we gonna go?
Aww yea. oh... aww yea.
Ahhh... we're gonna do. is. where we gonna go?
Run away.
What we gonna do? ohhhh
Oh... I'm down on my knees. ahh yea
Run away.
I ain't hard, lord no.
Ohhhh.

Two more dead {x5}

Oooo {x9} {fade out}

Take The Picture Off

[brain damage]
[oh shit]
([trouble])

Sellin' a lot of records
But he'd sell a lot more, man
If he'd take his picture off the cover.

Silver Fox

ooo ooo ooo {x2}

[(she let... she let me go...)]

(...?)

June

( Featuring Copywrite on vocals )

RJD2 drop that shit so I can drop my thoughts
Driftin' away and depress all within listening range
Nah, but for real I got so much shit on my mind
From fake motherfuckers to my future I'm trying to get in line

And doing Hip Hop in this life and time
Ain't all nice and fine
At times I feel like my whole life's a rhyme
Full of punchlines and jokes
Fuck-ups and punch-ins
It's like I just can't get shit right
The first time or somethin'

When no one knows your name
And your vinyl's still in stores
Once you get a little life
Through arguing over who feels it more

We got sixteen-year-old net-heads buying garbage
Wanting to keep you for their personal private artist
We don't do shit for the clubs -
It's for us 45's go RJ's archaeologist diggin 'em up
And I'm the saint sent {Saint-Saens}
To vinyl when it gets set to bash
And it's for life until my final mic check is cashed

Yo
I can't fully become my mother's guiding light
Till my dad returns to tell me what the other side is like

I keep the things you taught trapped in mind
I know you cared even though you weren't here half the time
But who am I to blame
I'd probably do the same in your shoes
I never held that against you
Complained or assumed
You never went through what I'm living

Hell who am I kidding?
Depression is practically
A part of family tradition
So I keep the time we shared close

It sucks to lose
It also sucks we had to share the month of june
I woulda shared eternal time before I left
Each month I celebrate my birth
I'm reminded of your death

Work

Something you got baby,
Makes me work all day,
Something you got,
Keep me bringing you all my things.

Something you got baby,
Makes me work all day,
Something you got,
Keep me bringing you all my things.

Something you got baby
Makes me work all day
Something you got
Keep me bringing you all my things

Something you got baby
You oughta know
I said, my my
Oh oh
I love you so. [so, so, so, so, so] {fade out}


from B.B. King's Something You Got

Hidden Track

You are gone.
I'm so all alone.
Here's what's left of my happy home.

"She'll be back"
That's what i said
As i stare at the ceiling.

'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby.
'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby. [baby,baby,baby,baby,baby] {fade out}

'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby.
'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby.

You are gone.
I'm so all alone.
Here's what's left of my happy home.

"She'll be back"
That's what i said
As i stare at the ceiling.

'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby.
'Cause i need you baby.
Oh, how i miss you baby. [baby,baby,baby,baby,baby] {fade out}

from The Intruders's Memories Are Here To Stay

Since We Last Spoke

*** Huge thanx to Matthew who did and sent me all these lyrics on the forum ***

Exotic Talk

[ooo yea ooh]
[ohh lah lah lah]

(x3, repeated three time)
it's the song
this is the time
it's the sound (???)
(...?)

1976

Istanbul
...denn schön nach...
Istanbul
...doch weit und...
Ich sah nur Deine braunen...
...denn schön nach...
Istanbul
...doch weit und...

[2x]
Da sah ich Deine braunen Augen

Istanbul
...denn schön nach...
Istanbul
...doch weit und...
Ich sah nur Deine braunen...
...denn schön nach...
Istanbul
...doch weit und...

Da sah ich Deine braunen Augen
Ich sah nur Deine braunen Augen

--- Information ---

*** Thanx a lot to Tokamak for this one ***

Ring Finger

( Vocals - Wendy Kaiser )

1, 2... 1 2 3 4 [oooh! ahh!]

{during the first 25 seconds it sounds like there's an "uhn" with the snare hit}

And now,
Don't pull me down on you.
I be the woman of a consume.
Comes from the saught desires,
I can be loved.
Follow those pleasures,
There she goes.
Please lover stay.


(eyyy AHHH!) x4 {AHHH! is faded out with the snare hits}
{the below onomatopoeia-type samples occur during this next lyrics section, but are very low in volume. Same with below}

My love for a woman from (...?). (???) (x2)
I be the woman of a consume.

(x5)
Ahh!
Jump up!

Ahh!
[pu pmuJ]

Ahh!
Jump up!

OHHHH! {only four time}


{Verse}
My love for a woman from (...?). (???) (x2)
I be the woman of a consume.

Making Days Longer

( Vocals - Rjd2 )

It's nice to hear you say "Hello,"
"How are things with you?"
"I love you."

But very soon it's time to go.
An office job to do,
And I'll be writing songs for you.


It's nice to hear your voice again.
I've waited all day long,
Even wrote a song for you.

It's strange the way you make me feel,
With just a word or two.
I'd like to do the same for you.

Strange how a phone call can change your day,
Take you away.
Away from the feeling of being alone,
That's the telephone.

(verse)

Someone's Second Kiss

Alright! [(whistling)]

(x2)
What may be,
We've been here (forever)

What may be,
...of this place, yea. (???)

After knowing,
Which way you going?

Out of this place, yea.
We've been here so long.

[We're goin'] {several times to fade out}

To All of You

To all you kind!
And to all of you sad!
To all of you ladies,
And you call yourself playing.

Ain't nobody knows the game you wanna play,
believe me when I say.

Let's keep some good!

To all you kind!
And to all of you sad!
To all of you ladies,
And you caught yourself playing.
And especially to all of your living! Living! Living!
And you call yourselves pimping.

To all you kind!
And to all of you sad
And especially to all of your living! Living! Living!
And you call yourselves pimping.

[Play that beat.]
[Hard day.]

Clean Living

Everything you are to me.
Makes me think that you could be,
The end to all my...

Everything you touch turns right.
Underneath your very eyes. (???)

Everybody's life rolls by,
Like a melancholy song.
Can you see me differently?
I believe that you see Me.

Everything you are to me.
Makes me think that you could be,
The end to all my...

Everything you touch turns right.
Underneath your very eyes. (???)

Intro

Wait a minute!
I forgot my introduction!

in-in-in tro-duction duc-duc duction

Here it is, everyone else... thank you.

Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you very much.... welcome.

Is everybody feelin alright?
Is everybody feelin alright?!

Right on!

Say 'Hell yea!'
Hell yea...

Say 'Hell yea!'
Hell yea...

I'm alright! Yea!

Ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you very much.

Welcome to the album.

As you know I play records in the air,
And about two years ago, a record plugger brought me a record and played it for me.
And I said, 'you must be out of your mind!'

Through the Walls

(verse x2)
Girl I know you won't come back.
I've got to get a hold of this.
But if it won't work out,
What will I do?

If I could have my way you would,
Be just a memory to fade,
Until that no one here would ever find.

Girl I know you won't come back.
I've got to get a hold of this.
But if it won't work out,
What will I do?

Could've loved you.
What will I do?

One Day

I know I said it,
Many times before
I've always said that some day i'd leave,
And never come back no more.

Maybe one day,
I have the strength to leave.
I know you told all your friends.
What a fool, he'll always be.

But as soon as i try,
Something takes a hold of me inside.
Yes, it does.
Oh baby!

Can't let [go]

I'm not trying to threaten you baby,
That's not something i would do.
But maybe the thought of losing me,
Should show you i'm your fool.

Maybe one day,
I have the strength to leave.
I know you told all your friends.
What a fool, he'll always be.

But as soon as i try,
Something takes a hold of me inside.
Yes, it does.
Oh baby!

Can't let [go]

I've been a [fool]! (x6) {fade out}

De l'alouette

{French traditional lyrics}

On m'envoie-t-à l'arbre, c'est pour y cueillir
Au chant de l'alouette

On m'envoie-t-à l'arbre, c'est pour y cueillir

Je n'ai point cueilli, j'ai cherché des nids
Au chant de l'alouette

Au chant de l'alouette, je veille et je dors
J'écoute l'alouette et puis je m'endors

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