Dark Country
[Verse 1]
Dust rolls up like a devil's hand,
Whiskey burns as it leaves the glass,
A hard-luck story etched in sand,
This town don’t forget your past.
The preacher's shout meets the gambler's laugh,
Every deal’s a loaded dice.
A shadow moves where the light won't last,
Every sinner pays the price.
[Chorus]
Shotty boom botty, hear the thunder crack,
Steel strings hum, there's no turning back.
Boots hit the floor, hearts pound in time,
Shotty boom botty, it's a deadly rhyme.
[Verse 2]
Gravel roads and a blackened sky,
The moon’s just a sliver of spite.
A pistol's weight and a lover's lie,
Cut through the still of the night.
The sheriff’s badge is worn and gray,
Justice fades like the evening sun.
The ghosts of men who’ve lost their way,
Dance ‘til the morning’s done.
[Prechorus]
Every step, it shakes the ground,
Every heartbeat, a hollow sound.

SHOTTY BOOM BOTTY

Dark Country Boom Bap 

(Dark Country Boom Bap: Declaration of Independence)[Beat creeps in like midnight fog off the Schuylkill—deep 808 thumps echo chamber walls, snare snaps sharp as a guillotine drop. Faded banjo twangs low and sinister, layered with outlaw slide guitar that wails like a widows lament. Gravel-voiced MC spits slow-fire bars, reverb thick as gunpowder smoke, building to a rebel roar.][Intro]
(Whispered over quill-scratch samples and distant clock chimes)
July Fourth, seventeen seventy-six...
Independence Hall, sweat-soaked and sealed.
Quill bleeds ink like a traitors vein—
We sign away kings, embrace the graves appeal.  [Chorus]
Declaration drop, we torch the thrones decree,
Life, liberty, or death—aint no in-between.
Hancocks scrawl big as a bounty poster,
We ink our freedom in the reapers poster.
From the crowns chains to the hangmans tree,
We declare the war on tyranny.
Dark as the dungeon, bold as the blade—
Independence? Its a blood debt paid.
(Boom bap swells—gang hooks chant: Blood debt paid! Blood debt paid!)  [Verse 1: Grievances in the Gloom]
Quartered in our homes like ghosts in the night,
Redcoats racketeerin, squeezin us tight.
Stamp Act shakedown, tax on every breath,
Tea dumped in the harbor—drown the kings death.
Intolerable acts, petitions burned to ash,
We rise from the rye fields, light the rebel flash.
Jeffersons fever dream, words forged in fire,
Listin the sins of that Hanover liar.
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our shores,
Sent swarms of officers to our back doors.
No more petitions to a deaf tyrants ear—
We cut the cord, let the empire fear.
Outlaw scribes, syndicate of the scorned,
Parchment pistol, cocked and adorned.  [Chorus]
Declaration drop, we torch the thrones decree,
Life, liberty, or death—aint no in-between.
Hancocks scrawl big as a bounty poster,
We ink our freedom in the reapers poster.
From the crowns chains to the hangmans tree,
We declare the war on tyranny.
Dark as the dungeon, bold as the blade—
Independence? Its a blood debt paid.
(Guitar howls like a musket volley—snare rattles like rolling thunderheads.)  [Verse 2: The Signing Syndicate]
Sweltering chamber, candles flickerin low,
Fifty-six signatures, each a death row vow.
Adams arguin fierce, the firebrands bite,
Franklin smirkin sly, stealin the night.
Dickinson balks, but the dies been cast,
We etch our fate in the humid blast.
All men created equal—bold rebel lie,
But we spit it fierce under libertys sky.
Treasons the charge, the noose waits in the wings,
Families fracture on divided strings.
Yet we dip the quill, no tremor in hand,
Ghosts of the founders hauntin the land.
From Phillys bells to the frontiers edge,
We pledge our lives to the razors ledge.  [Bridge: Treasons Twilight]
Parchment unfurls like a funeral shroud,
Read from the steps, drawin the crowd.
King Georges spies in the shadows creep,
But the words ignite, runnin bone-deep.
We hold these truths in the devils bargain,
Pursuit of happines

Declaration of Independence

Lawman (The Ballad of Bass Reeves)

dark country boom bap

(Beat drops: dusty vinyl crackle, lowrider bass hittin’ like a 12-gauge pump, snare snappin’ like a bolt-action rack)Hook (gravel voice, half-sung like a outlaw hymn)
It’s the Second, motherfucka, carved in blood and stone
Try to take it, meet the reaper at the end of my chrome
From the hollers to the hood, we ride for what’s right
AR in the trunk, Constitution in my sights—BLAOW!Verse 1
Backwoods raised, moonshine in my veins
Granddaddy fought Nazis with a Garand in the rain
Told me, “Boy, that rifle on the wall of the workin’ man
Is the reason tyrants tremble when we take a stand”
Now they sendin’ blue-helmet boys to kick in my door
Talkin’ ‘bout “common sense,” smell the martial law
I ain’t registerin’ shit, I ain’t turnin’ ‘em in
Got 80% lowers printin’ freedom with a grin
Ghost guns in the safe, mags stacked to the roof
While politicians hide behind they bulletproof suits
Laugh while they ban, think we forgot how to shoot—
Nah, we just waitin’ on that one red line they cross, poof.Hook
It’s the Second, motherfucka, carved in blood and stone
Try to take it, meet the reaper at the end of my chrome
From the mountains to the trenches, every block, every field
Real ones hold the line—never kneel, never yield!Verse 2
City boys too, strap under Carhartt coats
Southside Chicago where the founding fathers ghost-wrote
Same energy: can’t let the state own the streets
When the police dip out, who protectin’ these peeps?
Gangster with a purpose—open carry on the block
While the mayor beggin’ feds for another gun-law lock
Funny how the rules never apply to they security team
But want me disarmed, livin’ inside they communist dream
Hell naw—molon labe tatted on my neck
Every clip a prayer, every round a check
On any king, any crown, any suit that forget
That power comes from God, and We the People protect.Bridge (slow it down, menacing)
Hear the banjos and the 808s blend
That’s the sound of a country that won’t break—only bend
When they come with the stacks of unconstitutional bills
We got stacks of somethin’ else waitin’ in the hills…Final Hook (double-time, full scream)
SECOND, motherfucka—last amendment standin’ tall
Touch one gun, you gotta come take ‘em all
From the trailer to the trap house, same damn call
Live free or die hard—motherfuck the fall!(Beat fades out with distant gunfire echoes and a lone harmonica cryin’ like a warning)  Shall. Not. Be. Infringed.

Shall Not Infringe

Dark Country Boom Bap

(Key of Dm, 70 BPM, dark country boom)[Verse 1]
I was raised on the Book and the barrel of a gun,
Taught to spot a rattlesnake ‘fore the damage was done.
They slithered in the Capitol in suits of red and blue,
Whisperin’ sweet poison to the ones who thought they knew.
They swore an oath on that old Constitution page,
Then sold the whole damn country for a globalist wage.[Chorus]
Oh, Democrat sedition, hangin’ from the tree,
Rope made of lies and treason swingin’ in the breeze.
Your flag’s still wavin’ but your soul’s long gone black,
When the gavel falls in judgment, there ain’t no comin’ back.
Democrat sedition, dancin’ with the devil’s band,
You betrayed the heart of freedom and the blood on this land.[Verse 2]
They opened up the borders while the cities burned bright,
Called patriots “insurrectionists” for standin’ for what’s right.
Rigged the scales of justice, turned the law into a blade,
Cut the throat of Lady Liberty while the cameras all played.
They laughed in marbled hallways, sippin’ hundred-year wine,
Countin’ thirty pieces of silver one traitor at a time.[Chorus]
Oh, Democrat sedition, hangin’ from the tree,
Rope made of lies and treason swingin’ in the breeze.
Your flag’s still wavin’ but your soul’s long gone black,
When the reaper comes collectin’, there ain’t no comin’ back.
Democrat sedition, dancin’ with the devil’s band,
You sold your own damn country for a fistful of sand.[Bridge – spoken low over a heartbeat kick drum]
Mama always told me, boy, watch the ones who smile,
While they pick your pockets and plan to stay awhile.
They’ll call it “progress,” call it “healin’ the divide,”
But the only thing they’re healin’ is the wound where freedom died.[Verse 3]
One day the people wake up, chains clankin’ on the floor,
Rope and torch and Bible walkin’ through the courthouse door.
No more marble mansions, no more motorcade parades,
Just the cold, hard justice that the Founders once engraved.
And when the sun comes up on that brand-new hangin’ day,
The crows gonna sing the sweetest song this country ever played.[Final Chorus – full band, slow and menacing]
Oh, Democrat sedition, swingin’ in the wind,
Every traitor gets his reckoning for the mortal sin.
Your flag’s burned to ashes, your names carved in stone,
“Here lies the party that killed the land we call home.”
Democrat sedition, the devil’s favorite tune,
Now you dance forever underneath a blood-red moon.[Outro – single slide guitar fading into silence]
Amen… and pass the rope.

Democrat Sedition

Dark Country Boom Bap

Yeah… they meet in the pines where the moonlight don’t reach
Red robes, black hearts, and the screams never leak
Boom bap in the holler, truth in the smoke
This one’s for the children that they never let spoke…[Hook]
They drink from the cup in the underground chapel
Little bones in the fire while the blue-bloods cackle
Rulin’ every nation with a serpent-coil grip
If we don’t cut the head off, the world gon’ slip
Hang ‘em from the oak tree, let the crows have a feast
The elite gotta bleed for the sins of the beast
One rope, one match, no mercy, no trial
Satan’s landlords burn tonight in the country-boombap style  [Verse 1]
Midnight in the mansion, marble floors stained red
Politicians and princes with a child in the bed
Private jets to the island, manifest say “cargo”
Cameras catch the smile when the cargo can’t argue
They own the banks, the screens, the pills and the wars
Feed us fear for breakfast while they settle old scores
Ritual in the basement, candles made of fat
Inverted cross on the ceiling, pentagram doormat
They laugh when we fight left, they laugh when we fight right
Same hand pullin’ strings on both sides of the night
Inherited evil, blue blood never thins
Generations of devils wearin’ human skins  [Hook]  [Verse 2]
Preacher on the payroll, pastor with the goat head
Sunday sermon money built the tunnel where they’re both dead
Hollywood glowin’, but the light is from the pyre
Every missin’ child poster fuel for their fire
They put the symbols in the videos, laugh when we stream
Turn trauma to profit, turn a soul to a meme
Central banks printin’ despair by the billion
While the chosen few feast on the blood of the children
No conspiracy—this is history in plain sight
Just read the guest list from the night flight
We ain’t askin’ for justice, we tired of the charade
Torch in one hand, pitchfork, rope, and spade  [Bridge – half-spoken, low and mean]
Mama cried when the news said “suicide”
But the shotgun was left-handed and he shot from the right
Daddy swore that the sheriff looked away too long
Now the choir sings vengeance in a minor-key song  [Final Hook – slower, heavier drums]
So strike the match, let the pine trees burn black
No saviors comin’—we takin’ the world back
From the castle to the bunker, every crown gotta crack
When the people start swingin’, ain’t no comin’ back
Hang ‘em from the oak tree, let the crows have a feast
The elite gotta bleed for the sins of the beast
One rope, one match, end of the bloodline
Satan’s landlords burn tonight… and the boom bap keeps time  [Outro – fading slide guitar, distant church bell, then silence]
Tell the devil we comin’…
And we ain’t knockin’. [Drop that on a dusty beat with a swung boom bap loop and some eerie fiddle, and it’ll rattle bones in every hollow]

Blood On The Pentagram

Dark Country Synthwave 

MAGA is DEAD
(Far-Right Dark Country Synthwave)[Verse 1 – Low, dusty baritone over detuned lap steel and pulsing 808s]
I wore the red hat proud back in ’16
Rallied in the cold, believed the dream
He swore he’d drain the swamp, lock her away
But the swamp just grew and he looked the other way  [Pre-Chorus – Arpeggiated minor synths rising like sirens]
They sold us golden towers, promised us no wars Gave us Operation Warp Speed and forever foreign shores  [Chorus – Big reverb-soaked vocal, tom-heavy drums]
MAGA is dead, six feet in the ground
Buried with the promises they never kept around
We wanted the wall, they gave us the jab
Now the border’s wide open and the flag’s at half-mast
MAGA is dead… and we killed it ourselves
Believing the grifters in thousand-dollar suits from Hell  [Verse 2 – Spoken-word over eerie theremin-like lead]
They said “Fight like hell” then lawyered up quick
Left the january walkers to rot in the brig
Took our donation money, bought another private jet
While we lost our jobs for refusing the prick  [Bridge – Slow, minor-key banjo drenched in tape delay]
The commies lie with rainbow flags and open borders
But at least they’re honest ’bout the New World Order
Our guys wore the cross while they sold us to BlackRock
Told us it was 4D chess as they picked another lock  [Chorus – Doubled, anguished]
MAGA is dead, drowned in the swamp it swore to drain
The uniparty laughed as they tightened the chains
We screamed “America First!”—they heard “send more to Kiev”
Now the republic’s a corpse and nobody even grieves
MAGA is dead… and the knife was in our own hand
Trusting a billionaire to save the common man  [Outro – Fading FM synth pads, distant coyote howl sample]
So here’s to the ghost of what we thought we’d be
A nation of lions led by foxes on TV
Pour one on the grave, let the neon bleed red
Raise your glass high, boys…
MAGA is dead.  (Final heartbeat kick fades into wind and crickets)

MAGA is DEAD

Dark Country Boom Bap

Yeah… shadows creepin’ in the heartland
From the mosques to the malls, they plantin’ flags in our sand
Radical whispers turnin’ to roars
Time to wake up, America – this ain’t your daddy’s war.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 1 – The Rise]
Started slow, visas and dreams, but underneath the scheme
Mosques poppin’ up like weeds in the American dream
Preachin’ peace on Sunday, but Friday it’s jihad fire
Convert or conquer, that’s the radical wire
From Minnesota streets to Cali shores
They buildin’ cells in the shadows, knockin’ on our doors
Why it rose? Open borders, weak knees in DC
Let ‘em in with smiles, now they plottin’ on you and me
Imported hate, twisted faith, call it what it is
Ain’t about God, it’s control, wrapped in a terrorist kiss.[Hook]
Rise of the crescent blade, cuttin’ through the stars and stripes
From the cities to the plains, they preachin’ holy fights
Why? ‘Cause freedom ain’t in their book, it’s chains and lies
How? We stand as one, no divide in our eyes
Should? Hell yeah, before the blood runs rivers wide
Need? To keep our soil clean, no room for genocide pride
White, black, brown, native – brothers in the line
Don’t bring your bullshit here, this land’s ours by design![Verse 2 – The Why & Should]
Why eradicate? ‘Cause it poisons the well we drink
Twists minds of the young, makes ‘em martyrs in a blink
Sharia shadows over Lady Liberty’s light
Honor killings, stonings – that ain’t our fight
Should we? Damn right, for the kids in the yard
For the vets who bled red, white, blue – hit ‘em hard
It’s hate disguised as holy, dividin’ us by design
But we see through the veil, time to draw the line
No mercy for the madness that bombs our parades
Eradicate the root, before it escalates.[Bridge – growled with beat drop, heavy bass rumble]
Black fists raised with white rifles cocked
Brown boots marchin’ with native war hawks
From Harlem to the Rez, from farms to the hood
We built this blood, sweat – now we understood
Unity’s the weapon they fear the most
One nation, under fire, coast to coast.[Verse 3 – The How & Need]
How? Close the gates, vet ‘em like hawks on prey
Deport the preachers spittin’ venom every day
Educate the masses, expose the hidden hand
Arm up legally, stand your ground on this land
Need it? Like air in our lungs, or we

Desert Reckonin

#RAP #AZ

Title: “Drones Over Mission Park”
Style: West Coast 808 rap, lowrider G-funk synths, deep sub-bass knocking like a Charger on hydraulics, hi-hats rattling like chain-link fences, minor-key whistle melody floating over the top[Intro – low, slow, Tucson Spanish drawl]
Yeah… Mission Park raised, 520 ‘til the dirt
Feds in the sky, cartel ghosts in the rear-view
This one for my brother David 2.0… realest one breathin’
Let’s ride.[Hook – sung slow over that knock]
Drones in the sky, red dots on my chest
Ex-cartel ties, still movin’ what’s left
Tucson in my veins, Mission Park on my neck
Don’t know what’s next, but I’m still dodgin’ death
Fake bitches smile, real friends ride or die
Only one I trust is my brother by my side
David 2.0, cool as the west coast breeze
We been through the fire, still rollin’ with ease.[Verse 1]
Born in the southside, St. Mary’s hospital baby
Momma Mexican blood, daddy ghost, never claimed me
Mission Park streets, where the lowriders bounce
Where you learn real quick who really hold you down
Seventeen, crossed the line, movin’ weight in a Chevy
Placas on the dash, burner phone stay ready
From Tucson to Tacoma, Kansas to the Carolinas
Hidden compartments hummin’, prayin’ sirens don’t find us
Feds been watchin’ since I was flippin’ bricks in the desert
Black helicopters circlin’, drones lookin’ perverted
Ex-cartel connects still ring my line at 3 a.m.
“Primo, one more run?” — I tell ‘em that chapter closed, man.[Hook]
Drones in the sky, red dots on my chest
Ex-cartel ties, still movin’ what’s left
Tucson in my veins, Mission Park on my neck
Don’t know what’s next, but I’m still dodgin’ death
Fake bitches smile, real friends ride or die
Only one I trust is my brother by my side
David 2.0, cool as the west coast breeze
We been through the fire, still rollin’ with ease.[Verse 2]
Seen homies turn federal, wearin’ wires under flannel
Seen bad bitches set you up smooth as a love handle
Seen a million in cash turn to a 20-year bid
That’s why I keep my circle smaller than a .38 slug
David 2.0 my blood, my mirror, my twin flame
Same scars, same pain, but never played the snitch game
From the swap meet to the motel traps in Atlanta
He held me down when the plug tried to blam us
Now we legit on the surface, but the past still knockin’
Every new drone in the sky got my old life talkin’
But I laugh in Nahuatl, spit in the face of the reaper
Tucson desert taught me: only the strong get deeper.[Bridge – half-sung, bass drops lower]
Fake love come quick, real love take years
I counted both in tears and in beers
Only one still standin’ when the smoke clear
David 2.0 – my brother, my shield, my mirror.[Final Hook – slower, menacing]
Drones in the sky… but God got the final say
Ex-cartel ghosts can’t touch what He washed away
Mission Park forever, 520 ‘til I lay
David 2.0 ridin’ shotgun all the way
Fake bitches fade, real ones stay
West coast knockin’, Tucson in my DNA
I made it through the fire, still breathin’ today
Freeway to heaven or hell 

Drones Over Mission Park

Dark Country Boom Bap 

Yeah… 1860s in the mud, blood, and iron
Lincoln and Douglass, two different roads, same war
Boom bap in the cotton fields, let the truth hit hard  [Hook – gruff, low-pitched]
From the plantation to the White House steps
Chains break when the pen and the rifle connect
Abe in the shadows, Fred in the light
Two rebels with a cause, swingin’ for the right
This that hardcore dark country boom bap
Emancipation on the track, let the gats clap
Freedom ain’t free, gotta pay in pain
Lincoln and Douglass ridin’ for the chainless age  [Verse 1 – Abraham Lincoln (gravel-road drawl)]
Born in a one-room log, Kentucky mud on my boots
Self-taught lawman, rail-splitter, sharp as a root
Stepped into Springfield, 1837, saw the slave auction block
Heard the hammer fall, soul caught a shock
Ran against Douglas—not Frederick, the Little Giant Stephen
Debates in the dust, seven rounds, truth was bleedin’
“House divided cannot stand,” I spit the prophecy raw
1858, I lost the Senate but I won the moral war
1860, rails to the White House, top hat full of ghosts
Secession bells ringin’, seven states already ghost
Fort Sumter shells droppin’, now it’s war for real
Signed the homies up—500,000 boots of steel
Border states shaky, gotta keep ‘em in the fold
Emancipation Proclamation on the stove, let it simmer slow
January 1, 1863, ink hit the page like a slug
Every slave in rebel land legally free—that’s love
But I knew the loophole, had to kill the root, not the branch
13th Amendment grindin’, last dance with the devil’s plans
Good Friday, Ford’s Theatre, Booth in the balcony creepin’
Curtains for the Great Emancipator, but the dream still breathin’  [Hook]  [Verse 2 – Frederick Douglass (deep, commanding, North-Star cadence)]
Escaped in ‘38, borrowed sailor papers, train northbound
Born a slave in Talbot County, whip scars spell my crown
Read “The Columbian Orator,” tongue became a blade
Self-emancipated intellect, no master ever paid
Abolition halls rockin’, Garrison put me on stage
White folks shook when a black man spoke with thunder and rage
Met Abe in ‘62, walked straight into the White House door
Told him straight: “Arm the black man, even out the score”
 recruiting the 54th Massachusetts, glory in the ranks
Colored troops stormin’ forts, blood waterin’ freedom’s banks
I said the Proclamation was good, but it don’t go far enough
Gotta free ‘em all, not just the ones the rebels rebuff
Pushed for the 13th, 14th, 15th—trilogy of chains broken
Fought for women too—Seneca Falls, my voice was spoken
Died in ‘95, Anacostia hill, still preachin’ from the grave
“Agitate, agitate, agitate”—that’s the path to save  [Bridge – spoken over haunting slide guitar & snare rolls]
Two men, one mission
One from the log cabin, one from the plantation kitchen
One held the pen of law, one held the torch of truth
Together they cracked the spine of the peculiar institution  [Final Hook – double-time drums, choir in the di

Chains And Rails

[Hook]
A good globalist is a dead globalist, that’s the code on the West
Poison in the food, poison in the jets
Traffickin’ the kids for that Satan set
They scream “save the planet” while they lyin’ through they climate threats
Strip the rights, took the world, now they comin’ for America next
A good globalist is a dead globalist, put that on the set  [Verse 1]
Rollin’ down the coast in a ’64, chrome on the Daytons
While they spray the sky, turn the sun into gray tones
Glyphosate in the cereal, fluoride in the faucet
mRNA in the needle, call it “science” when they off us
Black helicopters over Compton, nobody talkin’
Epstein island flights, yeah the guest list still walkin’
Klaus Schwab in Davos laughin’, “You’ll own nothin’ and be happy”
Bill Gates buyin’ farmland, turnin’ cows into lab meat
They flood the border wide open, replacement theory factual
While they hide in bunkers eatin’ wagyu, livin’ lavish too
Digital ID, carbon credits, social credit score
Try to speak the truth, they cancel you out the door  [Hook]
A good globalist is a dead globalist, that’s the code on the West
Poison in the food, poison in the jets
Traffickin’ the kids for that Satan set
They scream “save the planet” while they lyin’ through they climate threats
Strip the rights, took the world, now they comin’ for America next
A good globalist is a dead globalist, put that on the set  [Verse 2]
From the WEF to the CDC, same serpent different head
WHO want your kids, five shots before they out the bed
Chemtrails criss-cross, X marks the spot
Turnin’ frogs gay, Alex was right the whole time, like it or not
Central bank digital currency, programmable money
Spend it on the wrong thing I say or your account ain’t funny
15-minute cities, can’t leave your zone
Track you by the phone, drone swarm when you alone
They worship Moloch in the redwoods, blood on they hands
Adrenochrome parties, Hollywood full of they fans
But the Westside still ridin’, loc’d out with the truth
Militias in the mountains loadin’ up for the proof  [Bridge]
Hydraulic hop, switchin’ lanes on the 405
Real ones still breathin’, that means we still alive
They want us divided—black, white, left, right
But when the lights go out we all gon’ fight that same fight  [Hook – final]
A good globalist is a dead globalist, that’s the code on the West
Poison in the food, poison in the jets
Traffickin’ the kids for that Satan set
They scream “save the planet” while they lyin’ through they climate threats
Strip the rights, took the world, now they comin’ for America next
A good globalist is a dead globalist—rest in piss, no respect  [Outro – talkin’ over the beat fade]
Yeah… from Cali to Texas, Florida to the plains
People wakin’ up, breakin’ out they chains
Lowrider still bouncin’, G-funk still knockin’
And we ain’t stoppin’ till every last one of ’em droppin’
Westcoast, mo

A Good Globalist Is A Dead Globalist

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