Light a Fire

by illmef

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The concept for Light a Fire was built by frustration with social/political unrest in the US as well as resentment for my own laziness that muffled my creative output. On my birthday last year, my partner asked me what I wanted to accomplish in the next year. I don't think I had ever been asked that before. At that point I was just frustrated, mad, and drunk enough to say 'fuck it,' and undertake this massive project. From dark times comes inspired art. I felt like I had to Light a Fire. At least I can thank that fat, orange cunt in the white house for that.

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released January 18, 2019

All songs written and produced by illmef (unless otherwise noted)
All visual art created by Fonic Oddity
Mixed by Kevin Keyz
Mastered by Magnum Sound Productions

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illmef Detroit, Michigan

Underground on a shoestring, illmef lays cryptic samples over primitive percussion to showcase his greatest asset, words. Inspired by acts ranging from Pink Floyd to Run the Jewels, his sound dips into electronic and hip-hop. Thumping bass contrasts his complex, hyperbolic stanzas that challenge the listener. Each re-listen reveals another piercing layer of subtext and commentary. ... more

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Track Name: One, Two, Many
Every time we party it goes one, two, many
One, two, many
Like
I’m smelling through a twenty
When we frickin dose it’s like one, two, many
One, two, many
Guess I’m
Just too friendly

Throwin up from boozin fits
Huffing corn to cool the grits
Bottom lip drips
Peanut butter on my tuna fish
Save it I'll never quit
I think I'm too legit
People love/hate Me
Like put me on a crucifix
Don’t flex on me ya doofus
I’ve got the hugest hubris
When I’m three sheets
I’m public in my lewdness
But if you want we’ll do this
Sock me till I’m toothless
Gums hit the curb
Like a buncha crunchy smooches
Wake up, I’m down on downers
Been down and out for hours
Street-sweep woke me
Sleeping off whiskey sours
I’m fried so hit the showers
I screech like Mr. Powers
Mouthwash, swallow
No java, just straight powders
Huevos vodka, tonic
Half Wheaties half vomit
Broke and unholy
Guess that makes me non-prophet
Knocking ciroc bottles
Rockin a crocked waddle
Smoke and upchuck
Like a gobblin hot model

Touch your nose and count like one, two, many
One, two, many
Shit I stumble
Like a mummy
Uber in a cruiser cause one, two, many
One, two, many
They lump me
Till I’m bloody

I’m gassed, hit back throttle
Too fast, my back topples
I fall out boing
Land in a glass bottle
Am I a goner?
Nah I’m a cuffed possum
Head spins with the room
Man this is just awesome
Janet(Reno) party damnit
Diplop-ic halfwit
Like I act 5
And scene 2 Hamlet
Quick slip, drop canister
Header over handlebars
Too much reverb
For this depraved and savage animal
Back on the bike again
A popsicle and a mic in hand
Pain free brain freeze
Can’t forget my Vicodin
The Hulkster says
Eat your prayers and say your vitamins
Pee test, cha gonna do
Flush with Niacin
Simon’s the fuck out
That's right get the fuck out
Dig a hole Homer
Space your face with a dugout
This is what happens
When ill gets two pennies
Slaughters brain cells
Haaa I’m not left with too many
Track Name: Light a Fire
C-c-c-can, match
Can, match
Can, match
I think you're gonna make me do it
Can, match
Can, match
Can, match
Can, match
Now I'm gonna light a fire

Fuck time that I wasted
Locked in a basement
Shackles of my own make
Before I started to chase it
Layers of same shit
That I was encased in
Not a soul but my own
That wasn’t racing to save me
Reflection is fading
Sinking in pavement
Holding chains and a drink
While I watched it all waving
Goodbye to the daytime
Mourn in vein for the evenings
Indulge in myself
Just fucking give me a reason
To light it

Yeah
Light
Light it up
Light
Light it up
Chick I'm bout to burn it down
Light
Light it up

Burn this motherfucker down

I duck under water
Clean up all this loose clutter
That floats around in my head
Till the weight pulls me under
Over sparing your feelings
Too busy sparring with demons
Over control of a soul
That’s barely here like he’s dreaming
Drooling and seething
Dropping hammers on demons
Waking up screaming
To sell soul for no meaning
Colder than cold
With boots stuck in the mire
Can’t move an inch this muck
So bitch I’m lighting a fire
Engulf me

Yeah
Light
Light it up
Light
Light it up
Chicka-chicka burn down
Light
Light it up
Light it up
Everybody burn down

Take heels to the flame
To get my feet once again
Nothing better than pain
To pump from heart to the brain
My stanzas blow
To machine guns from slingshots
Precision like jigsaws
But can’t cut the big knots
Over being patient
Like your sick of being patients
Seeing angels
Over you like golden gate adjacent
Fly my own volition
By my own decisions
Got no rhythm
I was driving, now I’m just driven

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Track Name: Shoot for President
One day
Get ready
Get ready
Get ready

One day
When I grow up
I wanna shoot for president
Shoot for president

One day
When I grow up
I wanna shoot for president
Shoot for president

It’s how we grow up
Draw crowds when you blow up
Hair triggers on holdups
Since cribs when we're co-rrupt
Kids go from Gonzo
To capping head honchos
Blood splatters on ponchos
Till we mourning, Alonzo
Shoot or be president?
To be which is morbid?
There’s probably more kids
That'll kill than reap fortunes
Mountains of poor kids
Deplored by the sordid
More that are thwarted
Held back and deported

I don’t like the way you’re running our country

Here's where we fucked up
Abandoned with this strife
Now kids look to sky
Look for bullets to fly
Quick blink a mind’s eye
Picnic’s gone awry
Red covered with rights
Exposed are our insides
Creeps a big Fatman
Putty-cat(Tweety) snatch grabs
Drags her carc-ass back
To cave with a black bat
Now he is unmasked
And starts to backtrack
Tweety boy passed gas
With words like they’re haz-mats

We’re at war with the most dangerous enemy that has ever faced mankind

Get ready

One day
When I grow up
I wanna shoot for president
Shoot for president

One day
When I grow up
I wanna shoot for president
Shoot for president

Just croak oval office
Serve terms in a coffin
Die for the good
Like hope to born orphans
Cause guns in their hands
Is worse than abortions
Taking them out
Putting corpses in Jordans
A penchant for prejudice
We mentioned the elephants
Bimbos and zip codes
Tell pawns from the delegates
To hell for the heaven-sent
Dead with lead elements
More bred to kill
Than are born to be presidents

I don’t like the way you’re running our country

Crackers still cracking
Whips like they’re horses
Put five hundred of them
Inside of your Porsche's
Under the hood
So your whores can look gorgeous
You're taking their lives
Tell the poor to be cordial
Class warfare will
Make the rich mortal
Take your whack morals
And hastily sort em
We live underwater
Pull you under coral
You’re walking dead
But that’s just for decorum

We’re at war with the most dangerous enemy that has ever faced mankind

One day
When I grow up
I wanna shoot for president
Shoot for president

One day
When I grow up
I wanna shoot for president
Shoot for president

We’re at war with the most dangerous enemy that has ever faced mankind in his long climb from the swamp to the stars

Get ready for your closeup Mr. President
Track Name: Barely People
Disabled, Africans, nameless
Cherokee people
Gays, Muslims, unfairly treated
By very evil
Bust and slave minimum wage
That’s barely legal
They smash and push them down
Unfairly like they're barely people

Disabled, Africans, nameless
Cherokee people
Gay, Muslims, unfairly treated
By very evil
Slave to pres
Till they’re bleeding and nearly feeble
Considered remnants
Just tenants and barely people

Some say settlers, pious
This country’s first people
I call them peddlers, liars
This country’s worst people
Paved over graves
And put up a fucking church steeple
Killed for god and caused
A kind of worse evil
Referred to native sons
As the red savages
Reservations to stretch out
In vast lavishness
Casino trinkets
To redact damages
Jackets and blankets
Equipped with attached pathogens

A Million dynasties
Built on backs of slave chains
Break in the link
Bullets take back their slave names
Blood stained cotton
Sewn on back of the slave trade
For profit prisons
Provide really the same thing
A million men
Marched the streets of DC
After fathers
Stood for Dr. King’s speech
Race, hate, violence
Bodies buried to knee-deep
Pain from catacombs
Deemed to be make-believe

Disabled, Africans, nameless
Cherokee people
Gays, Muslims, unfairly treated
By very evil
Bust and slave minimum wage
That’s barely legal
They smash and push them down
Unfairly like they're barely people

Disabled, Africans, nameless
Cherokee people
Gay, Muslims, unfairly treated
By very evil
Slave to pres
Till they’re bleeding and nearly feeble
Considered remnants
Just tenants and barely people

Fuck ignorance, hoods and
Turned up noses
Flip the beak on the Jim Crows
And fire hoses
They hate garbed Americans
Cause they hide noses
Protest Allah
With mock speech and prayer poses
A race banned
From hate twenty punks made
Buried 3k
From planes aimed at the World Trade
5 9-11’s is how many
Killed in a year's rate
Lady Lib don’t catch heat
When she throws shade

Shade shines on
Front of the big parade
God hates ----
Crosses bear a big charade
Fear mongers prayers
Sold as mass crusade
Holy cloaks
Exposes like they lingerie
Cog. impaired
And the chair bound
Stuck in corners of classrooms
Never to share sound
Straight from daycare
To grandma’s chair now
Living dead in a coffin
Buried over the ground

Disabled, Africans, nameless
Cherokee people
Gays, Muslims, unfairly treated
By very evil
Bust and slave minimum wage
That’s barely legal
They smash and push them down
Unfairly like they're barely people

Disabled, Africans, nameless
Cherokee people
Gay, Muslims, unfairly treated
By very evil
Slave to pres
Till they’re bleeding and nearly feeble
Considered remnants
Just tenants and barely people
Track Name: Futuristic Braggadocious
Spending time
How the fuck am I mending mine
Anytime
I’m always like nine checks behind
Behind and way below
The notches on the measuring stick
Heaven forbid
I’m not married and bred like seven kids
Sack of shit
Missed the bar in the back of it
Lack of wit
Artist starving without an appetit
Always hungry
Eating bunnies in dank dungeons
Self-bludgeoned
Cause the ladies find me repugnant
Always drunken
Missing Christmas with loved ones
Self destruction
Implode into the next concussion
Weeble wobble
Not my name on that lethal bottle
Real hostile
Script’s gone, so can I please be coddled

Futuristic Braggadocious
Go get up off of your sofas
Futuristic Braggadocious
Make kinetic all your notions

Good god golly
Euphoric when I court Ms. Molly
Kamikaze
Peaks lead to valleys foggy
Sunday fun day
Slumping and numbing straight till Monday
Mopping’s mundane
Trade hours for liquor like I’m unpaid
Circle circle
Monotony like Steve Urkel
Fell off track
When my legs became the hurdles
My main artery
Insane I put it all in the lottery
Something for nothing
Made sense to me logically
Out of bed
Get out of my way, look out ahead
Bring out the dead
Rest release, I’m breaking out instead
Mental prison
Break chains with better vision
Rough copies
I’m taking earth by my revisions

Futuristic Braggadocious
Go get up off of your sofas
Futuristic Braggadocious
Make kinetic all your notions

Wretched n restless
Resurrect to bury Netflix
Precious seconds
My words leave chests breathless
I still struggle
With the 5 o'clock stubble
How bout a double
Keeps me from familiar trouble
Can’t settle in
To working stiff, I’m ready to quit
Rather make clouds
A doobie with those meddling kids
Having a fit
Don't ask if I’m having some kids
Happiness sticks
Like a bunch of ravenous ticks
Hopeless n focussed
Take back that bank bonus
Don't kiss ass
But make waves and big commotions
No Cirrhosis
Or horses up noses
Prognosis
This Futuristic braggadocious

Futuristic Braggadocious
Go get up off of your sofas
Futuristic Braggadocious
Make kinetic all your notions
Track Name: Fly with a Buzz
I fly like
Circles with a buzz on
Buzz off
If you can’t find me drugs hon’

Buns hun’
Searching unbuttoned
Humdrum
I’ll just watch some Hub

Jeans undone
Order in sum yung
Till my palms taken over by bunions

Drugs fun
Since I was a young son
Hurt my tum-tum
From pills by the dozens

Nom nom nom

Drunken
Whiskey till my tongue numb
Rehab
I checked in with Dunston

Cunts n’
Dunces run His Son’s inn,
Deliver dough boys
Like white bred from sin

Fun stuff
Till I friggin upchucked,
Took a dozen nuns with a bunch of nunchucks

Dumb luck
They wrote me as a young pup,
Un-fair skin
So I land on buttocks

This is the way that the
This is the way that the
This is the way that the
This is the way that we fly with a buzz

Ass first
I jumped into a black shirt
Eyes shut
Look I landed me a bad verse

Back hurts
So I drop facts first
Dampers
On the pompous and pampered

Flip the page
Friggin skip chapters
Bic flick makes these papers turn amber

Hit embers
Till I plain can’t remember
Bee fly
Cause I’m gone til November

Gone gone gone gone

Gone the month after
And after and after
Dirty Zagnut, cause we lost the wrapper

Upside down
I mumble like goodnight
Goodbye like my
Lunch money’s Sug Knight’s

Uppers or downers
Whatever one sounds worse
Relics of -delics
Booze helps my nouns work

Whoa sir!
That shit helps me sound sure
Launching sound nukes
From my reclined lounger

Yeah we like dis
Yeah we like dis
Yeah we like dis
Yeah we like dis cause we fly with a buzz
Track Name: Epidemic
Live on Channel 2
This is Dick Tickler
Coming to bring you the latest US Epidemic
Airing live at the top of the hour

We epidemic
Epidemic epidemic
Epidemic
Till we caught up in the glitz and hectic
We epidemic
Epidemic till we septic
Epidemic
Panic makes kids so skeptic

Good and plenty
Times we been incensed n frenzied
We rock gently
Till the next looming threat that’s deadly
Like it’s foreseen
Distracted with smokescreens
Killer soybeans
Or baby killers made from dope fiends
Tumors from rumors
Send you straight into a stupor
Can’t get well
When you drag facts through the sewer
We’ll just get sicker
Fit us with livers and zippers
Sippin elixirs
Dispensed like sick triggers

So, how to cure us
From U.S. epidemics
From innocent inventions
Made discriminate systemic
It starts from quick mentions
In tweets and bus benches
Consuming white bread
Like its spread is pure synthetic
Check the 80’s
Crack rattles gave to babies
People saying save me
Lock ‘em up retorts the Reagans
Outrage, moral panic
Wasn’t movement or the traffic
A-B-C epi-dem
Made hysterics go bananas

Epi- epidemic
People go to moral panic
Spinning wheels
Makes profits from the horrids tragic
Moral moral panic
Makes us frickin mortals manic
More of moral panic
Makes the frickin normal vanish

Epidemic erroneous
It’s pandemonium
Cracker Jack on the podium
With loose lips and Plutonium
Chuck’s in charge
Say they write your wrongs
Right ‘em for the wrong reason
Play ‘em in your favorite songs
Penned as drug war
In pens keeping thugs poor
Board with barred front doors
Waiting for the unborn
What’s the vision
Of this sick and twisted system
Slave labor mission
Kids are just born with a sentence

Sentences saying
Take crime off my streets
Subtext relaying
Is fence blocks like crime scenes
Crime tape tied straight
In section 8 for mind games
Hogtied in side chains
Lined up in assigned graves
Eyes glazed
News flipped sideways
Say “draw your nightshades
So inmates don’t give you migraines”
Makes my head hurt
Moral panic head first
You’re dead first
‘Fore epidemic shows red shirts

We’re dyin
We’re dyin
We’re dyin from an epidemic
Livin
Livin in a

We’re dyin
Dyin
We’re dyin
Dyin
We’re dyin from an epidemic
But living in a moral panic
Track Name: Ren City (feat. Fonic Oddity)
Dropped a thousand and
Ten seconds from Ren Cen
Detroit to K-Zoo
Dirty south and back again
Globe trot till souls rot
We missed connections
We short-circuit
On sordid words at intersections
Take a walk
Cause we’re not taking orders
From comptrollers
That are really just porky hoarders
We cast stones on
Detroit Rock City corroders
We on the line
It's how we brown bag but act sober
Potholes on shot roads
You lose lunch and spill drinks
Go take a swim cause
Rouge no longer still stinks
We’ve been pushed to the brink
Locked in our precincts
But you count on these things
To distract us from reasoning
Motown and soul now
To fast-talkin rappers
Scrappers on crappers
Sleeping on a trashed mattress
Packards to ashes
We peaked and rolled backwards
Forget all your manners
We live happily after

Welcome to Ren City
More souls lost than they are found
But get stuck motherfucker
Where you think you goin?
I think it’s best if you just stick around
Yeah you like the way that sounds
Welcome-welcome to
More-m-m-more
More soul
Welcome to
Welcome to

Detroit muscle
America hustles that way
What struggle
Our butts flicked to the ashtray
U-S-A left Wayne
In the fast lane
You sleep on us
Keeping us in a bad way
People moving to
Back on track when
Public servants
Stab em in the back with
The city key
And plea a lesser sentence
Limb infections
Make sawed-off’s our present weapon
It’s our road
Forget domestic lemons
Like mayor elects
Blowing after paid affections
Short terms in
The Dept of Corrections
Clip and Kill-Patrick
Before he wins his election
Take the D
We Headquarters of Gen. Motors
Ren Cen, where sayers
And doers rub shoulders
We brave the hail
Like Honolulu snowblowers
Steel n winters are cold
But the roar is colder

You know it’s called Ren City
And fuck yeah you like the way that sounds
We already tag champs of this motherfucker
But now we bout to get us a crown

Gravel and grit

(Fonic Oddity)
A match and a spark till we dance devilish
The flickering of flames rise in the distance
Don't hold your breath, let em know you exist
Cause we revel here amongst the gravel and grit
Far from fit or able
Most definitely unstable
Rivers touching maples
Got that international flavor
But these stale vanilla wafers
Keep demanding their favors
Enable a fable
That they are your fucking savior
Yet their success
Would just guarantee failure
We are the ready
The willing
And able
So kick down the gate and sprint out the stable
Believe in your fate, strength, and valor
Fuck their opinion, don’t be mislabeled
Get the fuck down till we piss off your neighbor
Lighting firecrackers bitch, better turn up them turntables
Ill MF and Fonic give a fuck where you came from

Welcome to Ren City
Not the same this time around
Step into our city
This bitch is gonna burn ya down
Yeah you like the way that sounds
Welcome to
More-more soul
Wel-Welcome welcome

Suckers and busters
Make your ass pay for Lays
For us it’s no charge
I guess we’re Better Made
Rock n’ Rye
Crackin whiskey on Coke you say?
We’re doing time in a bottle
Like Croce say
Stroh’s for Buds
Damn straight we’ll make the trade
Tipsy in the mitt
Mainly because we love this state
Stand by the statements
We all claim to say
No way Jose’
Fuck the way our day’s portrayed
The master master copy
So don’t attempt to trace
Our feet, as they say
Are halfway in the grave
Chained to weights
Diving off Ambassador plank
Overdue is Ren City
From deep in the bank
Light up the Grand Belt
And burn our ends with entrails
As the wind blows
We hitch to it our damn sails
Toughen up
We’re fighting both tooth and nails
Think we're be-below you?
We're floorboards, you tell tales

It’s called
It’s called
It’s called Ren City
It’s called Ren City
More-more
More soul
Welcome-welcome
Welcome to
Welcome-welcome to
Welcome to
Yeah you like the way that sounds
Track Name: illil
Yeah I’m ill like a dizzy spell
Brace yourself, these words aim to kill
Not sick, but nowhere near well
Don’t need god, nah I never fear hell
Stepping out rises fear though
Thirty-one self-imprisoned weirdo
The opposite of every hero
A space waste till parts sum zero
Heartbeat away from constant panic
Frankly hid like Anne hiding in the attic
Fake emotions, potions and bad tricks
Buried notions with pills of Xanax
Every day sun sets on remnants
Brain echoes as a twisted penance
Can't say how I earned this sentence
Of a mind with this many tenants

I miss a pill sitting on my sill
Can’t stand: “Listen mister, sit still”
Thoughts fog except when I’m feeling this
Got my Rx-made laxed willingness
Fighting back clouds ambivalence
With a match and some mad flatulence
Followed crapulence and cannabis
Come to stretched in an ambulance
Ring bell, driver won't touch the door
Next stop, chill this pit’s just the morgue
Your sordid skull’s sorta mortuary
This sorta storm’s more than sort of hairy
Every second’s less and more ordinary
Fog, unrest, dope, and apothecaries
No rest allowed for the fairly wary
I’s and L’s spell an ill that's very scary

Always scared of where I’ll wake
Flunky, junky, drunken and flake
Vomit vodka, soda, pancake
Gobble my vacant heart band plays
Every time I’m forced to handshake
I can’t shake the urge just to lambaste
Everything’s this or that way
Like everybody got the damn mandate
Each cunt, skunk, and rat snake
Flashes badges for a fat tax break
I-L can put a K in that name
Crossed mind many times in passing
My mental state makes me think of bad things
I'd do to those who poach and snatch things
For the birds just for me to patch wings
He can save Hymselv with assassins
Track Name: Chip on My Shoulder
You
You you you
You you you you
You
You you you

Put-put-put a

Chip on my shoulder
Shipping bullshit like boulders
The cards you were holding
Packed up with me and folded
I’m freakin leaving this season
Done with cunts and the demons
Friggin dunces, behemoths
Caricature Jesus believers
Like fake holy rollers
With their morals way lower
Than the loafers and jokers
That their judgment bestoweth
Nursing their proverbs
Cursing with God’s words
Think they’re walking on water
Wearing blazers and dockers

Fu-fu-fu-fu
Fuck ya
Fuck ya

Fuck your pennies and dollars
That trickle to bottom
You skimming the top
Picking piggyback pocket
Rather shuffle through garbages
Shopping the bargain bins
Reaching for cartridges
Popping fucking slick Partridges
Faux family trees tarnish
Like gaps in your smartness
You put the faux in the garment
I’m your foe in the darkness
I’m preying like Satan
When you’re praying to Reagan
I bask in your hatred
Find you cold in a basement

Take my statements verbatim
When you’re tied in the basement
Cause when I’ve awakened
My fatal words get creative
You fucking made me abrasive
Fucking pissed animated
From this creative hiatus
I made motivation
Put your death in vernaculars
Blowing past amateurs
Who can’t even grasp
This massacre is attacking ya
I’ll be more direct
Look straight into the camera
Your fucking time’s passed bitch
Flip the page on the calendar

See
Don’t you feel better now ill?
Track Name: As the World Burns (feat. Fonic Oddity)
You fan and pour gasoline
As the world burns
That’s the fortune
Of selling souls for scorched earth
Who came first
The lighter of this flamed hearse
Or Cracker jacks that were named 3rds?
The game turns
Just imagine
Logic instead of nonsense
Livin by contents
Of thoughts we have in our conscience
I see a province
Where iron fist garbage
Presidents on onset
Of livin in the projects

Trumps felate Obamas
Wingtips turn to Sambas
Do Mary J and kharma
So like there is no more drama
There’s more options
Than selling women as objects
Grabbing asses in moshpits
No’s out of context
Imagine intellect
Stripping turtleneck
Lookin past spandex
Attempts to crack her affects
Sex is give and take
No more days of privileged rape
Take the power away
Ain’t no space for the coward’s way

And even as the world still turns
Us around just to watch it fuckin burn
Choke on smoke as we wave goodbye
As the flames rain fire in the sky

As the world burns
I got my sights set
A warm hug
Cause open arms turns the right wet
Passed covered wagons
Clansmen and bloody panics
No more “savage”
Running lean like we lost our baggage
We pass peace puffing in pipes
Harmonize in our windpipes
How’s life?
Yeah, it’s nice
Owning our actions
Hello Mansons
What attraction!
Murder stays in high fashion

ILL Ain’t havin it
Violence or the callousness
Fuck the assassin shit
Pack us in an ambulance
Lookin back
On a planet of bandits
And praying mantises
Fucking and slaying ancestors
Thumbing our asses
Looking for answers
Electing the bastards
That took us all the way backwards
Fuck it and fuck rhymes
It’s about time
We take flames
Burn and bury-(re)mains with fake names

And even as the world still turns
Us around just to watch it fuckin burn
Choke on smoke as we wave goodbye
Watch the flames as they kiss the sky

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