EMINEM - The Ringer Chords and Lyrics

This song is from the album Kamikaze(2018), released on 31 August 2018.



SongRating: 10/10

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Scale: F Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 120
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
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[VERSE]
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Yeah, (Illa)
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Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, 
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See where this takes me, 
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’cause I feel like I wanna punch the world 
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In the fuckin' face right now, yeah!

[VERSE]
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Let me explain just how to make greatness
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Straight out the gate, I'm ’bout to break it down
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Ain't no mistakes allowed, 
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But make no mistake, I'm 'bout
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To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
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If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
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Full magazine could take Staples out
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Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
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But bitch, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown

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Motherfucker, shut the fuck up 
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When I’m talkin’, lil' bitch
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I’m sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
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My talent? Oh, bitch, 
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I don't know who the fuck y’all are
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To give a sub-par bar, even have an opinion of you
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You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
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I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you

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Billions of views, your ten cents are two
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Skim through the music to give shit reviews
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To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
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Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
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Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
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Or get dissed, 'cause I just don't get
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What the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' to

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Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
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Everyone copies though? Probably no
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Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adiós
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I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
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Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
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All I am simply is just an MC
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Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (get it)
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Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean

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Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably
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Shake the world up if it were up to me
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Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
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I should eat a pill, probably I will
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Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
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I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath

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Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
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Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil, spelled)
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Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
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With an ice pick, stick it in a vice grip
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Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
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While I take my ballsack and 
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Flick it like a light switch
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Like vice-president Mike Pence
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Back up on my shit in a sidekick 
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As I lay it on a spike strip
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These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
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Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
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Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
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Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
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You won't ever see Em icy
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But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
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I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze
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And your skull might split like I passed you upside it
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Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)

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Turn down for what?
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I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up!
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'Cause I don't know 
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How I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
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Now when it doesn't matter what caliber

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I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
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You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
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Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
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And now he wants to take it out on us." (ooouuu)

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But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
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Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
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It'll help me get back to myself 
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And she'll love me (ooouuu)
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I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
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I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
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Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (didn't I think)

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So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae
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Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
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I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
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I'm fed up with bein' humble
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And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard bumblings
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I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
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I heard your mumblin', but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo

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The era that I'm from will pummel you, 
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That's what it's comin' to
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What the fuck you're gonna do when you run into it?
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I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
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And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
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If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner

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I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone 
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In this bitch who want it
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I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
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You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
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But if you're lookin' to get a 
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Porterhouse you better go get Revival
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But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
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Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned
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And you woulda bought it
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But sayin' I no longer got it
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'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
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'Cause it went over your head, 

Because you're too stupid to get it

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'Cause you're mentally retarded, 
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But pretend to be the smartest
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With your expertise and knowledge, 
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But you'll never be an artist
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And I'm harder on myself than 
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You could ever be regardless
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What I'll never be is flawless, 
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All I'll ever be is honest
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Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it

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Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
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With a bottle full of malt liquor
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But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
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The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
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If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat 
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And rise to my feet
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I don't see why y'all even started with me
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I get impeached, my enemies die
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I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
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I'm eastside, never be caught slippin'
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Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink
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I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
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I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze

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"Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
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The Thing ain't even orange—oh my God, that's a reach!"
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Shout to all my colorblind people
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Each and everyone of y'all, 
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If you call a fire engine green
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Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
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"Dawg, that's a date." "Looks like an olive to me."
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"Look, there's an apple!" "No, it's not, it's a peach!"

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So finger-bang, Pootie Tang
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Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
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Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, 
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Doesn't matter what I say
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Give me Donkey of the Day
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What a way for 2018 to get underway

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But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
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Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
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Invite 'em in like a One A Day

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I'm not done (preach)
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'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
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That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
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'Cause the way I see people turning's
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Makin' it seem worthless,  
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It's startin' to defeat the purpose
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I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
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And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
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Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
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Or still yet to be determined?

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'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship
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But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
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And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
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Sold the dream to that he's deserted

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But I think it's workin'
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These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
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And he's too scurred to answer me with words
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'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered

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But I know at least he's heard it
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'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
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To meet in person to see if 
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I really think of hurtin' him
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Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists

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I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists."
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But my beef is more media journalists
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(Hold up, hold up, hold up…)
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I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
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Can get a mouthful of flesh
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And yes, I mean eating a penis
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'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
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So I been givin' the media fingers

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Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
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But they been puttin' me through the wringer
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So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
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But I just took this beat to the cleaners

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