I'm a disgusting piece of trash Clueless to the world around me SOS Id be blessed if WU found me It's crazy how a dollar screams It's gotta be that cash rules everything around me Lactose intolerant, but I'd risk diarrhea To see CREAM On a plate of pasta Mama Mia What this Imposter doing Tyson rocked Wilder History of greatness Wu fill a colloseum But this ain't romans verse Persian Certain that my verses Incur attention meant for method Man Redman killed the track Evert second of every sentence Times money and money Takes average to excellence Practice makes perfect No shame in the game when your hero drops your name closing curtains If I meant to die on the mic Atleast my bodyd be crowd surfin
This beat is fire! I don’t understand but I think people will wake up someday, and realize how amazing seriously almost every song is really great! I am! Amen Young
YO! i love this beat i remember back in freshman halfway through the year they blocked all of my favorite songs on youtube but not the instrumentals so i would bump this during class those were some good times
Black mask on, roll around the block, snitch on the corner got his cells ready, hit em with 15 shots, roll in the front door, shit gets deep, mommy behind the bar pulls out the sawed off, niggas everywhere getting hauled off, big black hursts but my man snuck through side hit mommy on her blind side. Open up the safe room we got peeps at the crib waiting outside. Shits real G. You can get it and so can he Wu-Tang Killa bees swarm.
Uh, yeah We gon' let this shit rock Hey That's the Cole, "Hey" from back in the day Hey, yeah Just a youngin' with a dream Tryna get this money, yeah I'm tryin' get this cream Not a lot know what I mean, for this rap shit I'm a fiend Not one to talk about poppin' pills and sippin' lean Just a passin' for pussy I'm tryin' to get up in the spleen This is my mentality rappin' at nineteen Back in Maryland just tryin' to break out on the scene Buyin' fake chains at the mall so girls be like, "Ooh, he clean" Day dreams that my life is like a movie scene Sippin' liquor, puffin' green so obsene Riddin' 'round the city with my homies in a gat We was lookin' for trouble now where's it at Paint the picture like Picasso, matter fact like Sam Spratt Even younger I was trippin' skippin' school writin' raps Never on the road but on the roll like them craps Check the facts Endless rhyme books in my back pack Like that, uh I guess I acted out from lack of a father figure Go figure performin' at open mics wishin' I could go bigger I was never in it for the money like a gold digger Every time my daddy call me he be like, "Ayo nigga, where the money at?" Now that's what he say, little boy you know you know I saw you on a PJ When you gon' fly me out, when you gon' smoke me out Always throw the mans out, motherfuck a hand out All I ever wanted was a daddy But that man priority was huggin' with a fatty But I'm glad he did, 'cause that made me who I am Now I'm the man I always wish he would've been And never started smokin' crack, imagine just what could've been, damn Always felt like somethin' it was missin' Wish we could have played catch, had talks, and went fishin' But had no one there to listen Now I feel like my life mission is to be the best dad when the time comes For my daughter and my son when the time come Teach them 'bout their heritage and where they come from Teach them 'bout their family history and then some I've been on the grind tryna find my way People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay People tell me I should let my light get away Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day I've been on the grind tryna find my way People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay People tell me I should let my light get away Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day Yeah, yeah Bobby don't do it to 'em You're beautiful and you don't gotta prove it to 'em Come on, come on, Bobby you ain't shit though Why your personality be split though? One minute it's PLP, the next that shit be slit throats Devil and an angel on my shoulder that's my conscious Greatest rapper alive but never actin' Pontius Keep yourself in check like a dollar amount You ain't better than nobody based on your dollar amount Yeah you've grown accustomed to the lifestyle but you're never boujee Now you never brand new, no it's never who's he See I hate when I get recognized And while the fan is hypnotized I'm approached by random guys who feel the need to emphasize I don't know who you are I reply, "I'm a gentlemen and a fuckin' rap star" Put your lighters in the sky if you got 'em This for anybody that feel like they at the bottom Nobody to tell 'em they special, you know I got 'em Nobody there to tell them they love 'em, well I got 'em, uh No matter where you go you gotta persevere Ain't no fuckin' around, ain't no makin' a sound you just gotta murder the fear Yeah I've been thinkin' about it, been tryna get out of it Fuck what I'm thinkin' it's time to break out of it Findin' myself in the thick and the debt of it Had a bit and I knew wanted to murder the son And I'm ready to get it, motherfuck a critic, I'm livin' my life and I've been on the grind tryna find my way (yeah) People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay (yeah) People tell me I should let my light get away (oh yeah) Heaven knows I'm gonna make it one day (oh yeah) I've been on the grind tryna find my way (ah) People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay (yeah) People tell me I should let my light get away (yeah) All I know is I'm gonna make it one day Yeah
Smoking on the purple riding in a Mustang Whip full of white chicks pedaling my drug game A thousand miles getting higher puffing on the Ivey Flowing like the Thames pink Benz for the wifey She a blonde from Brescia but I keep it main like Gucci We up in the hills getting bills what do U C? Goofy this dog bred deep inside the zoo Went from chicken finger dinners to recording in the stu Went from videos in the dorm room to all my tracks running Every lyric feel it Ceep deep into your bloodstream Busting out the gate gone from good to great Spitty Manny Content heavy bombings like Saddam Hussein Western forever no school is better no crew could ever Compete or measure with me surrender While you still got a chance, the boy's in demand Even 2 Ls make a dub in my hands
Uh, yeah We gon' let this shit rock Hey That's the Cole, "Hey" from back in the day Hey, yeah Just a youngin' with a dream Tryna get this money, yeah I'm tryin' get this cream Not a lot know what I mean, for this rap shit I'm a fiend Not one to talk about poppin' pills and sippin' lean Just a passin' for pussy I'm tryin' to get up in the spleen This is my mentality rappin' at nineteen Back in Maryland just tryin' to break out on the scene Buyin' fake chains at the mall so girls be like, "Ooh, he clean" Day dreams that my life is like a movie scene Sippin' liquor, puffin' green so obsene Riddin' 'round the city with my homies in a gat We was lookin' for trouble now where's it at Paint the picture like Picasso, matter fact like Sam Spratt Even younger I was trippin' skippin' school writin' raps Never on the road but on the roll like them craps Check the facts Endless rhyme books in my back pack Like that, uh I guess I acted out from lack of a father figure Go figure performin' at open mics wishin' I could go bigger I was never in it for the money like a gold digger Every time my daddy call me he be like, "Ayo nigga, where the money at?" Now that's what he say, little boy you know you know I saw you on a PJ When you gon' fly me out, when you gon' smoke me out Always throw the mans out, motherfuck a hand out All I ever wanted was a daddy But that man priority was huggin' with a fatty But I'm glad he did, 'cause that made me who I am Now I'm the man I always wish he would've been And never started smokin' crack, imagine just what could've been, damn Always felt like somethin' it was missin' Wish we could have played catch, had talks, and went fishin' But had no one there to listen Now I feel like my life mission is to be the best dad when the time comes For my daughter and my son when the time come Teach them 'bout their heritage and where they come from Teach them 'bout their family history and then some I've been on the grind tryna find my way People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay People tell me I should let my light get away Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day I've been on the grind tryna find my way People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay People tell me I should let my light get away Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day Yeah, yeah Bobby don't do it to 'em You're beautiful and you don't gotta prove it to 'em Come on, come on, Bobby you ain't shit though Why your personality be split though? One minute it's PLP, the next that shit be slit throats Devil and an angel on my shoulder that's my conscious Greatest rapper alive but never actin' Pontius Keep yourself in check like a dollar amount You ain't better than nobody based on your dollar amount Yeah you've grown accustomed to the lifestyle but you're never boujee Now you never brand new, no it's never who's he See I hate when I get recognized And while the fan is hypnotized I'm approached by random guys who feel the need to emphasize I don't know who you are I reply, "I'm a gentlemen and a fuckin' rap star" Put your lighters in the sky if you got 'em This for anybody that feel like they at the bottom Nobody to tell 'em they special, you know I got 'em Nobody there to tell them they love 'em, well I got 'em, uh No matter where you go you gotta persevere Ain't no fuckin' around, ain't no makin' a sound you just gotta murder the fear Yeah I've been thinkin' about it, been tryna get out of it Fuck what I'm thinkin' it's time to break out of it Findin' myself in the thick and the debt of it Had a bit and I knew wanted to murder the son And I'm ready to get it, motherfuck a critic, I'm livin' my life and I've been on the grind tryna find my way (yeah) People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay (yeah) People tell me I should let my light get away (oh yeah) Heaven knows I'm gonna make it one day (oh yeah) I've been on the grind tryna find my way (ah) People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay (yeah) People tell me I should let my light get away (yeah) All I know is I'm gonna make it one day Yeah
קרא לי אגדה אני חי במלחמה אני גר בשכונה של גנגסטרים והרואין, באנגים, פייסלים מדליפים ניקוטין. אמ סי או ג'י חי על הקצה שובר תחוק ברחוב עושה מה שרוצה. פעימות לב נעלמות מרגיש לי כמו ביטים גדלתי בעצמי לא ביקשתי טיפים. מאנצ'ים היפים, מבחנים בלי שליפים. ילדים בני 12 בטיול טריפים. קטטות הפכו לקליפים. ביקשת אצבע קח את כל היד קרא לזה קסאמים כנס אל הממד. מורים והורים שוב לי אוכלים תראש מקלטים החבר היחיד שלי זה העכברוש. ראש גדול עכבר ראש, יתושים ומחלת מלריה הולך בזיגזגים עם טונה ארטילריה. קח קריסטל. תקבל מכת קור השכונות של היום זה המשמעות של הארדקור.
[Intro + background] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin, then Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang! [Verse 1: Logic] Ayo, ayo, Wu-Tang forever, who rhyme better? We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever R.I.P. O.D.B, comin' through like Killa Bee Ever since I heard Enter the 36 in '93 You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style, I leave 'em all dismembered Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be remembered Not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra) Yeah, we live and thorough Assassinatin' every single muthafuckin' borough From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx and Harlem All the way to Maryland, yeah, we comin' for all 'em Bobby Tarantino to the Digital My shit is pivotal, smokin' chronic, no medicinal Who you know assemble the Clan like Voltron? The one and only Logic, the God, the don, I'm gone [Break: Ghostface Killah] Ay-yo, Logic, what up? We gon' let these muthafuckas try this Wu-Tang style [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, yo, kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room It's Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more cake Intelligent brothers with nine hoods, movin' snowflakes Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase Push weight, this Colgate, tre-eights and old gates Exfoliate those we most hate, we don't associate We wear robes that you can't even pronunciate We eat foods where you can't even pronounce you ate Cribs where the floor just rises up and rotates Locations low-key, can't even locate Twin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates Team makin' us so much cream, we bought gold plates [Verse 3: Raekwon] Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge 57 MB, yo, metallic green, seats is piped off Seize 'em old tracks, unite through 'em The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on I'm known to wil’ out, put the cams on Jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams on A specialist when I'm bakin' Rhymes be comin' out, we makin' We challengin' these chumps for lumps Here's the statement-stop hatin' The crew is all about gettin' this cake in You know about me, you relatin' [Verse 4: RZA] The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZA Both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures Mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers, and beer drinkers Prince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkers Cake in the oven, Superbad like McLovin Huggin' all four boroughs, puffin' herb with my cousin Academically speaking, rap vocabulary's weakenin' I felt it comin' like The Weeknd when these starboys start tweakin' Sporadic pill-poppin' of OxyContin III-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten The travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted Diluted, broken down to a catastrophe But cats still get the trophy, hit y'all with that "Okie-dokie" Burt Reynolds, Bandit, goddamnit Where the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one? I got a light-beam gun I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from But you'll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me Wu Killa Bee, but I'm not big on bigotry [Verse 5: Method Man] Old school on this track, I feel invincible This new school ain't really got rules and lack the principles Got more clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical The gun, Smokey Robinson, you need a Miracle Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals The stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminals Y'all don't even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable Witty unpredictable torture over your physical Struggle bar, used to pour water over the cereal Another bar, reppin' my squad, not individual But one Nation under God, that's indivisible My time critical, hands off I'm digital Me and my Ladybug, back when the planet was Digable I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that, come on [Verse 6: Inspectah Deck] It's only Logic, we got 'em mobbin' in the mosh pit Fifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropics The hot shit I drop quick Major player, watch my stock lift Razor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or what Sound boy, turn that music up Naysayer, you ain't even got a clue what's up Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy Everything circulate back around eventually Witty unpredictable, talent all-natural Gain, Wu-Tang pumpin' through your veins Twenty-five years, still more of the same The flow like water with the boilin' flame INS, your highness, they callin' my name Boy, I wet the scene similar to fallin' rain In our own lane, y'all soundin' all the same Tell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain [Verse 7: Cappadonna] Survival of the fittest be cold days with no money They don't want me with stacks, they better take it from me You know the currency gone soon as you break a twenty So I ain't down if you ain't talkin' that band language Dear Lord, I'm tryna buy me a train with it An airplane, see me flyin' to Spain with it But money don't make me, and I ain't gonna change with it I'm in the hood, lookin' good, the way I came with it Do it for the Cs, they understood the game with it We gave birth when we understood the pain with it When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger We killin' each other, but we all got the same anger Never go against the grain, homie, that's hateful Another day in the life for us to be grateful Spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful It's better to stay full, so let's make moves I know your momma told you that I was a great dude These dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape you On some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake you What? What, what? They might Crystal in the Lake you [Verse 8: Jackpot Scotty Wotty] Boom bap blast'll blow your sleeves off Our Flashback Jacks are somethin' to feed off Smoke and roast ya, the No. 9 Potion Pull that shit, son, we open the ocean Who gives a fuck who's snortin' and drinkin' and smokin'? You get killed for jokin', everybody's hopin' That's another level of emotion Food stamps niggas doin' grocery Police wanna grope me Perp walk, then nigga street-talk We bury niggas in sea salt I carry the torch where I leave off I'm givin' bitches somethin' to breathe on I rip off a shoulder to lean on It's fair game, it's two in a lane, she took two trains And none of my rhymes are two and the same Nigga get cooked on a open flame I'm a hillbilly, Park Hill-trained [Verse 9: U-God] My rhyme starts riots in the mountains Thirty-six million and countin' The harder they come, the harder I go Loosen up my arms, can I get comfortable? Stay on my tip-toes, old-school Wu beat This is a flip-phone, dude, your slips showin' Where I come from it stays snowin' The grammar is raw, I'm slammin' the door Beez bang bong in your jaw I hit 'em in the head with the hammer of Thor Stars and bars, makes me a general Anything less, makes me a criminal Gotta dig deep for these Wu-Tang minerals [Verse 10: Masta Killa] G.O.D., shadowbox with the L.O.G.I.C On the count of three, Wu-Tang First, master your breathin' I'm mental ass-whoopin', I'm teachin' when I'm speakin' I'm a champion from Brooklyn I'm movin' super-ninjas and Shaolin executioners Avenger, a righteous defender Grandmaster from the 36th Chamber Toad style is mentally strong, so strengthen your arms To hold my microphone you need iron palms Remain calm, Jamel Irief Wise chief, Wu-Tang poison clansman from the east, yeah [Verse 11: GZA] Enter a world of a universal mind of one kind A thick swarm of words that's expressed in one rhyme Food for thought, impossible sliders with the seasoning Regardless, I speak logic-clear reasoning The uncivilized, get the mineral lines, quartz Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts A point-of-view of the thinkers Monumental architecture, amazing as the Incas [Break: Cappadonna] (Sinatra) (Wu-Tang) W.T.C., ah-ha The faculty Ain't nothin' goin' on, don't nothin' move Nobody slide, nobody get hurt [Outro] En garde, I'll let you try my Wu tang style I'd like to try your Wu tang style, let's begin, then Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?
[Verse 1: Logic] Ayo, ayo, Wu-Tang forever, who rhyme better? We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever R.I.P. O.D.B, comin' through like Killa Bee Ever since I heard Enter the 36 in '93 You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style, I leave 'em all dismembered Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be remembered Not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra) Yeah, we live and thorough Assassinatin' every single muthafuckin' borough From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx and Harlem All the way to Maryland, yeah, we comin' for all 'em Bobby Tarantino to the Digital My shit is pivotal, smokin' chronic, no medicinal Who you know assemble the Clan like Voltron? The one and only Logic, the God, the don, I'm gone
Stay eating pizza My rhyme beasta Hot and ready real quick Lil ceasar A rhyme seizure silly ass a motha fucka Im getting my cheese up I take payments all kinds I coming to get ya visa You outdated no updates Windows vista who want it Nobody gunnin Rear naked like cheal sunin. Shots fired for fuckin nothin Nobody comin, nobody summoning A godly presence their mana gone They lost the essence Your lifes precious watch your elders and learn the lessons. Sonatra
Sonatra’s eating the pizza while I was eating the pasta Pesto dripped all on my pleated pants You know how much these costed!? Anyways I’m boutta dip So, I think I’m a need a box fo What I couldn’t eat - full AH SHIT- like an IM-PASTA Waiter waiter, food is great, this restaurant is a heat-ah, but I gotta go, I gotta dip, here’s a tip and here’s my visa; she said oh yeah right away let me just go and see uhhhhhhhhhh what your total is and I’ll come right back to your seat hun (: She came back saying “hey im really sorry mistah” but our system’s outdated- I guess we can’t take your visa - we should have updated it or not used window’s vista the manager could find a fix, I’ll try to go and see her? “Nah I ain’t outraged a bit, don’t worry bout it sistah- my elders said “fuck credit” and I listened to my teachers when they said “trust debit” so let me just go and see uhhhhh if I can make a withdrawal to provide a bitta relief here. So listen up boys and girls here’s a penny for your thoughts, there well may come a time when they just can’t do the job when you say it’s time to bounce girl so yeah “here’s my card” Betta keep some paper on your ass like some TP at the John Alright girl, problem solved, here’s that money that you asked I’m a bounce, I gotta dip, but here’s an extra tip for gas Shit I don’t need it obviously these stained pleated pants scream that “I got class” gotta go buy some new ones now with ALL CA$H
Uh, yeah We gon' let this shit rock Hey That's the Cole, "Hey" from back in the day Hey, yeah Just a youngin' with a dream Tryna get this money, yeah I'm tryin' get this cream Not a lot know what I mean, for this rap shit I'm a fiend Not one to talk about poppin' pills and sippin' lean Just a passin' for pussy I'm tryin' to get up in the spleen This is my mentality rappin' at nineteen Back in Maryland just tryin' to break out on the scene Buyin' fake chains at the mall so girls be like, "Ooh, he clean" Day dreams that my life is like a movie scene Sippin' liquor, puffin' green so obsene Riddin' 'round the city with my homies in a gat We was lookin' for trouble now where's it at Paint the picture like Picasso, matter fact like Sam Spratt Even younger I was trippin' skippin' school writin' raps Never on the road but on the roll like them craps Check the facts Endless rhyme books in my back pack Like that, uh I guess I acted out from lack of a father figure Go figure performin' at open mics wishin' I could go bigger I was never in it for the money like a gold digger Every time my daddy call me he be like, "Ayo nigga, where the money at?" Now that's what he say, little boy you know you know I saw you on a PJ When you gon' fly me out, when you gon' smoke me out Always throw the mans out, motherfuck a hand out All I ever wanted was a daddy But that man priority was huggin' with a fatty But I'm glad he did, 'cause that made me who I am Now I'm the man I always wish he would've been And never started smokin' crack, imagine just what could've been, damn Always felt like somethin' it was missin' Wish we could have played catch, had talks, and went fishin' But had no one there to listen Now I feel like my life mission is to be the best dad when the time comes For my daughter and my son when the time come Teach them 'bout their heritage and where they come from Teach them 'bout their family history and then some I've been on the grind tryna find my way People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay People tell me I should let my light get away Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day I've been on the grind tryna find my way People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay People tell me I should let my light get away Heaven knows that I'm gonna make it one day Yeah, yeah Bobby don't do it to 'em You're beautiful and you don't gotta prove it to 'em Come on, come on, Bobby you ain't shit though Why your personality be split though? One minute it's PLP, the next that shit be slit throats Devil and an angel on my shoulder that's my conscious Greatest rapper alive but never actin' Pontius Keep yourself in check like a dollar amount You ain't better than nobody based on your dollar amount Yeah you've grown accustomed to the lifestyle but you're never boujee Now you never brand new, no it's never who's he See I hate when I get recognized And while the fan is hypnotized I'm approached by random guys who feel the need to emphasize I don't know who you are I reply, "I'm a gentlemen and a fuckin' rap star" Put your lighters in the sky if you got 'em This for anybody that feel like they at the bottom Nobody to tell 'em they special, you know I got 'em Nobody there to tell them they love 'em, well I got 'em, uh No matter where you go you gotta persevere Ain't no fuckin' around, ain't no makin' a sound you just gotta murder the fear Yeah I've been thinkin' about it, been tryna get out of it Fuck what I'm thinkin' it's time to break out of it Findin' myself in the thick and the debt of it Had a bit and I knew wanted to murder the son And I'm ready to get it, motherfuck a critic, I'm livin' my life and I've been on the grind tryna find my way (yeah) People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay (yeah) People tell me I should let my light get away (oh yeah) Heaven knows I'm gonna make it one day (oh yeah) I've been on the grind tryna find my way (ah) People come and go but I'ma be the one to stay (yeah) People tell me I should let my light get away (yeah) All I know is I'm gonna make it one day Yeah
lvon the ambient melody on this one my dude!! so smooth!!! love the arrangement on this too!! super suspenseful!! hella dope!! I'ma sub fosho! Sub back n check me out!! lets support each other fam!!
i dont want your sub if your not going to actually appreciate my work and do actual business with me. subs and followers are the absolute least of my priorities as a producer and if that isnt the case for you your doing something wrong. also this beat was complete shit, i was honestly just testing how the new video look would do so acting like you like the beat when you clearly dont just makes YOU look stupid. keep that in mind.
showing me fake love via an autocomment isnt "supporting me" its clear its an autocomment because someone literally left virtually the same one at the same time my guy.
nice work with this man, the sound selection is perfect and creates a wavy vibe 🔥just dropped a sub (no. 234) would appreciate it if you could do the same for me! :)
