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Essex Boys

by Roshin

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1.
Verse 1 (Roshin) My doctor said my lows are too deep for magic cures/ took micro-dosing mushrooms off the calendar/ back to walking it off, lose the meds/ but I would rather be in Georgia if we’re talking with drawl/ Money back on my mind, if I ain’t drinking something/ I need how much by when, word, I’ll think of something/ I don’t work with these greedy businesses pitching numbers/ take my publishing from me and be the king of nothing/ Your shit is orange rings on the porcelain/ give a fuck about your ringing endorsement, what we talking bout? We in a world where you could rig an election / so the least I needs a new rig to record with, why you coping out? We them Essex boys/ pulling 10s but they can kick it so they’re really more 11s with the extra point/ It's like water they gas me up / then it's back to the bottom, natural resting point/
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Verse 1 (Roshin) People think I musta had braces a tot/ People think I’m bald cause my hat on but I’m not/ people think I hit the barber when I did the line up myself/ this shit I’m on is so crazy I might line up myself/ ridin’ these beats isn’t a riding bike/ they keep changing so I keep refining the hype/ that’s why every year you see em redefining my stripes/ million streams on a dance song, from rhymes that I write/ show up on the IG story of your favourite actresses/ 25 girls showing ass and tits caption this/ rack and pinion steering with an asterisk/ the car could park itself as we sit, pass the spliff/ baby boy from BBRC buhbuhbuhbuh back in this/ blasphemous, GXD’ll put on blast with this/ I get by, the flow columbian necktie/ the voice guillotine, the jokes is livin’ their best life/ vending machine I drop bars, bombin’ like I’ma machine I drop mortars / on debit machines I drop cards, on washing machines I dropped quarters/ I would love an advance hustlin’ is trash / phone plugged in, you still feel it buzz in pants/ shout to RA this R-A-G-E Rugged/ Roshin, catch me out in BC puffin, smokin'/ Chorus (Roshin) Fuck being patient, i’ma real one/ fuck being humble, when you real good/ and I”m real good Fuck being patient, i’ma real one/ fuck being humble, when you real good/ and I”m real good Verse 2 (Tona) Okay, look I grew my hair and beard out and never looked back/ long way from wearing throwbacks, now it's just trucker hats/ and the most minimal, just say how feel but not subliminal/ they'll hold it against you them thoughts is criminal/ way I been cuttin' people off has been unusual/ that's why I ain't expecting no high attendance at my funeral/ piss me off till you get treated like a urinal/ as long as I'm not in the same position as a year ago/ just a real one I got emotions too/ most of my thought what I need coachin' through/ but still could put a cheap price over your head dog you Selsun Blue/ it's just lies to cover up some more lies it's true/ don't play with my name this ain't scrabble dog/ a ni**a been at this since pornographic afterparties at the Travelodge/ I built myself through these stages you know what happened/ I raised this mic, I ain't your average Joe Jackson/ every day Titty Tuesday, tell Michael Blackson/ the highlights in my life only money the main attraction/ get my mind right, cause I might cause initial distraction/ with this highlife I shine bright hope it never get ugly/ with this online debauchery give a fuck who the plug be/ don't blur the line between you can't touch me and GoFundMe/ and I'm all good in this zone y'all/ so leave a message after the Tone y'all/ it's me bitch
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Verse 1 (Roshin) I woke up early afternoon but that was then homie/ stay up till the mornin writing smoke to keep the trend going/ lifelong, record these pop tracks to keep the lights on/ could be techno, house or rap I write songs/ figured out right and wrong your shorty told me I could get it/ and I do now from my perspective/ I’m in the corner like a legend, mappin’ out the celebration/ there’s levels to this lines’ll illustrate the elevation/ even when I’m non topical I’m tropical/ drippin’, Alcapolco with the popsicle/ hot shit, I would know, I slipped a pack of peppers in the pasta bowl/ bossanova big bands, rainbows with the pot o gold/ the tapped my dealer’s number now we gotta call in code/ cause anyone could get it like the common cold/ I think like Will Ferrell, but I drink like Colin tho/ with all these lines I open up like it’s a call in show/ stay behind my bars you’d lose an arm in there/ Tiger King, paper out my ass like the Charmin Bear/ throw the towel I can use it in the barber’s chair/ I’m noodles with the cream yeah, spaghetti alla carbonara/ crazy with the cash nuts with the notes/ coocoo with the comma, dumbin’ with the dough/meep meep I’m running when I hit the road/ I’m winning then I’m dipping like Riddick Bowe/ Chorus (Roshin) Fourth quarter final seconds Kawhi Leonard with the big shot/ bounce one, two, three, four it’s going down/ final seconds Kawhi Leonard with the big shot/ bounce one, two, three, four it’s going down/ Verse 2 (Roshin) You pass gas, we puff puff pass gas/got the Quads for the third chakra, keep the bomb in the hurt locker/ this pure vodka this purified out in Minnetonka/ I’m WIlly Wonka I milly rock on my twitter blockers/ run the bases like Soriano but horizontal/ and she wanna stand up I’m Norm MacDonald/ had her there so early she went and ordered nachos/ she do it for a fella, even when it’s for the follows/ went to Santa Monica for all the flowers/waiting for the call then recording at ungodly hours/ frienemies, room full of smoke trying to let it breathe/ legacy, get up to rap and even my leg asleep/ recording pop demos while I stand on one foot/ Feel like Neil Armstrong if I land it we good/ I hope the pop game delivers, I’m the don I’m the I’m the killer/ shooting like Rock paper scissors/ Chorus (Roshin) Fourth quarter final seconds Kawhi Leonard with the big shot/ bounce one, two, three, four it’s going down/ final seconds Kawhi Leonard with the big shot/ bounce one, two, three, four it’s going down/
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Verse 1 (Roshin) Everybody in my city like me cause there ain’t anybody like me/ I see a FACE and I sightread/ I took a trip down to SOCAL to see LA/ see the bae, put a second city on my back like Tina Fey/ run the show Liz Lemon with a sixth sense/ I’m in the wrong business seeing ghosts should be living legends/ I put my town on the map, like the Hoosiers did/ my lil crucifix, thinking what my crew should fix/ I’m not buying your stuff, I’m sizing you up/ you wannabe you novelty you Shia LeBeouf/ you brought smoke? No You brought a whole pile of suck/ bring a ladder to the side of my truck, you ain’t getting up/ yeah! I kept the purple out my seven up/ it's right in my backwoods/ that’s smoking for your 9 to 5 asses/ purple like the 95 Raptors/ Mighty Mouse, there’s degrees and I’m writing my masters/ so call it art call it heart, call me names you think suit me / or call a spade a spade and just shoot me/ I’m classic Premo a bit loopy/ it’s cappuccino and lit loosies/ yeah, gasoline on the flame with a glass of vino / an act that you haven’t on the stage/ Rugged, I’m with Daniel, Keylow and Rain/ Unfazed, Flipping through the magazine on the plane Cut chorus (DJ Dopey) Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ I Rick Barry em, Robert Parish em Jerry West em/ Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ I Rick Barry em, Robert Parish em Jerry West em/ Verse 2 (Roshin) Leave a message I don’t pick up I don’t know the number/ I’m getting bad calls in growing numbers/ I be writing that bath salt they so in love with/ eat your heart out you clogged I know a plumber/ got drains for you industry snakes bridges to throw you under (trolls!) / see how Fargo you don’t know I’m a Coen Brother/ I was down depressed and just a moment later/ in disguise as dark clouds and rolling thunder/ I went from playing Pogs to slaying PAWGs/ I went from shaming God to playing GXD/ but I want to be a success story/ so I went from A&R to A&R/ I was playin’ ball you know, taking shots callin' banks/ coaches kept starting Carlton Banks/ yeah they told me stay centred I powered forward like AD/ now they take shots at me what i do? say cheese/ used to yell outlet, now I’m with the plug/ and check the outfit, lotta sweats with the check in my outfit/ hand me down oversized Ecko at the outset/ feelin’ like I’m Offset/ betting on the offsite, musta been I’m off meds/ cross the line offside put this in your Op-Ed/ I was with them ostriches underground heads and them boss bitches/ hot shit was traded for the money like hostages/ Cut chorus (DJ Dopey) Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ I Rick Barry em, Robert Parish em Jerry West em/ Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ Larry Legend the Greenery in my very essence/ I Rick Barry em, Robert Parish em Jerry West em/
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Verse 1 (Roshin) I’m more mad at you old rappers than young rappers/ less you're young rappers who wanna rap like you old rappers/ so backwards you going back to when all rap was/ based on innovation to pull from the old masters/ I’ll close casket your Vox captions you’re no rapper/ you Bojack to my Bo Jackson, an old actor/ 30 years of the same bar Moe’s Tavern/ and they call me old fashioned don’t gas me/ dog, this that rap shit you wanted from me/ so if you get *slap* you got it coming/ I get going hit the wave like a speedboat/ pea coat, hit the whip up with a clean coat/ I get going hit your bae up like a dreamboat/ I like the way she balling she said put on the team coach/ said I don’t rate your man, she said I don’t like em either/ I wish that I was putting on your t-shirt, baby put him on a t-shirt/ Chorus (Roshin) Damn! what? nah Said I don't really fight your wars tonight I don't really fight your wars tonight no I don't really fight no wars tonight you don't want it with me anyway Verse 2 (Roshin) This Nutrl vodka don't taste good, but I’m trying to keep this belly off/ I took the red meat out my spaghetti sauce/ I get up on the stage feelin' like Andy Kaufman/ ain’t no one expecting singing I’m like that'd be awesome/ I hit the cypher no one know me at, go in/ leave without a photo it’s a kodiak moment/ I'm Grizzly out in Memphis, that jazzman in Utah/ arm hangin' out the window like I need that Grey Poupon/ eh! Cupid passed me a bayonet and your bae is next/ when I stop calling she ballin' too yeah she shave her head/ Britney Spears em, I’m busy cheersing I’m really stupid/ dedicating this higher love out to Whitney Houston/ James Harden going gorilla, cept it’s Fargo we cold killers/ four wheelers or it’s road fillers rolls Royce with car doors missing/ peelin' off smoking with the charcoal filter/ Chorus (Roshin) I don't really fight your wars tonight I don't really fight your wars tonight no I don't really fight no wars tonight you don't want it with me anyway HOW CAN YOU SLAP? HOWWW CAN YOU SLAP??
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Intro (Roshin) It - this feels like one of those ones you gotta be like - "hey it's cool you going to the party?" "no I'm not" "oh man I heard about em' talking" "unintelligible" and like, do it like doing adlib voices? No? Alright hahahaha Chorus (Roshin) Pink, kush/ buy a couple bushels with red bills/ walk out with the liquor in a brown bag/ each and every morning with the pink pills/ Ew! mi-oh-me I got a problem/ you don’t need to call back if I’m falling/ if you on it I don’t need you in my problems/ I hope that I don’t see you at the bottom/ yeah I hope that I don’t see you at the bottom/ I hope that I don’t see you at the bottom/ No I wouldn't want to see you at the bottom/ I pray I never see you at the bottom/ Verse 1 (Roshin) say I'm talking bout Pink Kush, filling in the hours/ I need even take the scissors to the flower/ when I throw em in the big bag/ feel like Halloween with pillow cases running through neighbours/ cept I fill em with the red bills/ when you pull a rack out in the city from the ATM it only giving 50s/ gotta make change, turn it to the green and blue or purple/ holding something never seen in a commercial/ in a brown bag/ each and every morning with pink pills/ if I ever miss em I’ma sink still/ everybody wanna tell me what they think, chill/ Ew! y’all some decorated stool pigeons, red stripes blue ribbon/ it’s Eating at you that I’m doing it and You didn’t/ still eating off me making messes got me doing dishes’/ every night it’s beef stewin’ at the soup kitchen/ I ain’t mad if the shoe fit em/ can’t be mad when your roof missing cool whippin’ like Stewie Griffin/ what’s the outlay on the layout I out weigh em I’m way out/ I outplayed em they played out, they outpaid on the payout/ yeah i’m in a big bag Santa Claus/ and you can hear about my lows at no added cost/ lost my right hand n’ still feel her like a phantom limb/ This pen and pad kept me out them padded walls/ Chorus (Roshin) with the pink, kush/ buy a couple bushels with red bills/ walk out with the liquor in a brown bag/ each and every morning with the pink pills/ Ew! mi-oh-me I got a problem/ you don’t need to call back if I’m falling/ if you on it I don’t need you in the problems/ I hope that I don’t see you at the bottom/ I hope that I don’t see you at the bottom/ I hope that I don’t see you at the bottom/ Say I never want to see you at the bottom/ I pray I never see you at the bottom/ yeahhhh, say I wouldn't want you Verse 2 (Arowbe) She saidddddd, what do you when you're sad?/ smoking on a stimulant and drinking a depressant/ ye ye yeahhhhh, all my doctors say I'm mad/ chop it up by choppin' up an appetite suppressant/ I cannot bottle it and I'm 2Pacalyptic/ we're somewhere in the west end/ everybody on it though that's why it's called a spectrum/ breath it in repeatedly it irritate the septum/ white. girl/ mixed with the prescriptions in them orange vials/ then fill up mi cup with rum and Redbull/ what you think they put up inside this pink molly? I don't know, speed, prolly/ purple drink/ have you ever just wanted to black out?/ when you got addictions you can't kick, push/ send, friend, tap in before you tap out/ Chorus (Arowbe) off that pink, kush/ you know who to dial/ somebody give me something to go that extra mile/ I can see everything from the bottom of a bottle/ so if you supply a substance, I'll supply the style/ man pink, kush/ you know who to dial/ somebody give me something to go that extra mile/ I can see everything from the bottom of a bottle/ and if you supply a substance, I'll supply the style/
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Verse 1 (Roshin) She put her mouth up to my ear, with a hustler’s ambition/I don’t have to ask what she does for a livin’ I’ma build up in her hands she lick it after I roll/ 20 minutes she like pass me my coat, this ain’t my first time/ Fall in love with the player you tried to play on/ Looking for a call you don’t get it’s foul but you play on/ see, time was monogamy was the callin' card/ now I want a menage a trois I just call a car/ Someone said I wasn’t shit, realized I was the shit/ saw it in their face and read in between their fucking lips/ cats I wanna buck at so I put em on my bucket list/ there’s girls that wanna rummage through my drawers like it’s a sunken ship/ unconventional my legend grow, depression doesn’t fit/ but who’s happy on the fucking bench/ so I put some airs on - and when I got a fair shot/ had to shoot the fair one to any rapper dare not/ Chorus (Roshin & Roshin) New day, new night, new year, new life new me/ No harm, no foul, No fear, no doubt new me/ Baby I’m by myself, homie I’m by my lonesome/I ain’t going cry myself to sleep, I’ma go about my bullshit/ Yeah I’m going count my blessings, yeah I’m going count my blessings yeah I’m going count my blessings, yeah I’m going count my blessings Verse 2 (Roshin) And I’m on top ‘yeah yeah’/ and I got good weed and I got good teeth and I woke up ‘yeah yeah’/ And I got beats like these and there’s clean water filling my cup ‘ yeah yeah’/ Outta my tap, and I got good friends and we go back ‘yeah yeah’/ Old blood won’t smudge just a Nobody with a Notepad ‘yeah yeah’ / Y’all came in expectin’ a soul clap got a slow clap ‘yeah yeah’/ Y’all left y’all shit on the coat rack? get your coat back ‘yeah yeah’/ Back in the dayyyy, I was too young to be acting my age/ Now I’m too old to be acting the sameeee/ I m on the rocks like the crash of wave,I get a high when I rap on the keys / I feel the rush when i slappa de bass Morning Dew sweet as Mountain Dew, what it do how it do/ How is life, how you getting on homie How are you?/ How you been? I been seeing through a different lens/ I've been cutting down my list Yeah I know you got a thousand questions/ wish I had some answers for you really I just count my blessings Chorus (Noam) New day, new night, new year, new life new me/ No harm, no foul, No fear, no doubt new me/ Yeah I'm gon' count my blessings (repeated)
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Chorus (Tim North) We throwing up money where we at now?/ 50s up North got my wallet red/ Blood Money rain with the top down / never really know who mighta died for it/ it's all bloody money by the time you getting it/ red fingers in the bag like Ketchup chips/ Verse 1 (Roshin) Me and under the mattress money is matrimony/ imagine coming home feeling sanctimonious sad and lonely/ they happen to know that I have the dough then they have to roll me/ Make me Machiavelli I’ll mash your ziti to macaroni/ I call the taxi get taciturn in the car/ walk out for your tax return or I taxidermy your dog/ I’m not a bad person at all/ it’s you versus me than I don’t really wanna rap verses at all/ see we can take this outside it’s a personal call/ but I know the right person to call/ so if I’m coming off gangsta then thanks but I don’t wanna be that/ just wanna pop Bezos, get the economy back/ tray to the chest make em fly economy class/ got a zipper for your boy if he wanna be bad/ we both in a bag, we both in a box, we both in a suit, we both in a plot/ but you in the ground I bullshit you not/ Chorus (Tim North) We throwing up money where we at now?/ 50s up North got my wallet red/ Blood Money rain with the top down / never really know who mighta died for it/ it's all bloody money by the time you getting it/ red fingers in the bag like Ketchup chips/ Verse 2 (Clairmont The Second) We don't tell police we tell the family/ Ever since my fams got killed I'm feeling antsy Losing love for streets, I'ma put it all in a mansion/ Code is dead but I'm selling out if this life gets abandoned/ Offered a single but my trigg finger changes the firerate/ Paranoid, I'm shooting at people that want a handshake/ Half of me is pissed that my people pistoling kin/ and the other half understands we just gotta aim it at them Cold blooded killers getting suspended and paid/ Water going cold and don't give a damn why you late I'll be dead before a deadbeat get a bit of the rake/ Sharing is caring my ass, my nieces life is at stake Tryna feed me the bull I got a hole in my plate/ Think twice 'fore a bullet put a hole in a face Homies been threatened because they gave the bacon a glock/ but they quick to lock me up just for me having a thought Chorus (Tim North) We throwing up money where we at now?/ 50s up North got my wallet red/ Blood Money rain with the top down / never really know who mighta died for it/ it's all bloody money by the time you getting it/ red fingers in the bag like Ketchup chips/
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Intro (Roshin) Welcome to the city where I live/ Might run into Drizzy, Tory, Lowry, Spicy P or Vladi Jr on the strip Welcome to the city that I’m from/ Grew up watching, Vince and Tracy, Dave and Dougie, Robby, Joe and John/ Verse 1 (Roshin) When the cash low, rent is high/ What you ask for, when it’s time Who you ask for it, when you ask/ What’s the tax on it, is it fast? When I got good, I was young/ What was not good, I was dumb I was gone fast, I was sprung/ All the tall grass in my lungs I’m thinking that I’m Artistic/ My city was a harsh critic Turn a Lisa to Bart Simpson/ Calling pizzas to the park benches Fast times fast forward/ the flask still in the Jansport by the passport/ I get the cash thats what the bag for/ It’s not a last resort, Animorphs up in the RAV4/ And of course we took the back door/I know this verse is kinda vague (true but) This around the time when Wayne shouted Drizzy on the stage/ and we knew this shit was bout to change They took a lighter to the Powder keg/ see Everybody rapped around the way and we was down from day one/ backward, Rae Srem, shots'll get your ass and face done/ When your shit pop, from the GO/ you don’t give props, at the show You don’t know good from the bad/ But When you bout life in the cold When you outside in a coat/ need to have salt when it snow/ When you hit em till they hit the ropes/ but they don’t fuck with you at Interscope Welcome to the old Toronto/ CN Tower you can hold the condos/ Back when Kardi was our only model/ hooker Harvey’s was an open brothel/ Didn’t need a bat signal/ My heroes wore black jays in Black Lincolns/ On a major talking bout Vaughn and Oakwood/ had our faces going MaCaulay Caulkin/ Chorus (Roshin) It’s heavy how we don’t go back/ but remember when when we wasn’t all at/ screaming, Give me money/ for this gold oh yeah/ give me money for this gold/ Give me money for this gold oh yeah/ Oh Yeah/
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Verse 1 (Roshin) We don’t need to work with much, we still work for love / saved a verse for Shad, hope he think it’s worth the fuss/ am I smart? A killer with a kind heart/ mean I stay in the dirt but I appreciate the fine art/ I drop anything that shines in the mine cart/ I move anything that’s fly up into my cart/ remember you dead if you buy a farm/ cause for a city kid that is the scariest thing by far/ they say Rosh got ‘it’ factor he spit a hit factory/ so if you gotta git, get back to me/ I mean it ain't your fault that I wasn’t the one/ it’s my own fault that I was humble to one/ when I make your favourite rapper, sound like an 80s rapper/ their life a movie man they even pay the actors/ I don’t floss i don’t get a chain reaction, less I go viral like I’m Brainiac and bring the action/ saw my ex out, she made sure that I felt it/ refilled my cup a couple time before the ice melted/ to avoid the loose lips I made tight exit/ I’m still taking notes, thinking bout if I’m selfish/ bumpin’ Like Water for Chocolate up in common space/ deep lines were commonplace, now you see em on my face/ I been dope for 20 years but that ain’t all it takes/ spitting with a mouth fulla smoking and coffee stains/ Chorus (Roshin & Noam) Dirty teeth shinin' like Yellow Diamonds swear my dirty teeth shinin' like Yellow Diamonds Dirty teeth shinin' like Yellow Diamonds yeah yeah swear Dirty teeth shinin' like Yellow Diamonds Verse 2 (Shad) Rosh! Star with a hashtag you'll like this though Ever since son was on his blow up, Bud Bundy/ wondered if it's all blood money/ if some companies that, cut the cheque any different than if the drugs fund me/ power bars give juice to the plug Humpty/ we feed addictions and speak of the cure/ speaking as a Coke spokesperson who's keeping it pure/ who can leave money on the table/ that's leaving keys the in trunk then leavin' the car with the key in the door/ it's deep, like them voices on 3 in the Morn/ I'm lost as Los Angeles Isa now he insecure/ on the beach staring at the beach even she is shore/ anymore, what believing is for/ in the world where the rule of law's a tool/ for the lawless rule of foolish scholars and only learn what gets taught in schools/ science students but, energy small as molecules/ so when they talking gems, they never talk flawless jewels/ soil under nails that you can't see, and nails through the palms of the man with his hands clean/ gems on their hands looking fancy/ but damn what we go to get what the fans need literally/ all the soil all the toil but it's all worth it/ all the verses lookin' royal and they shine perfect/ but they come from spittin' beneath the surface/ mouth fulla dirt cause I dig through the earth with my 32, teeth!/ Chorus (Noam) Dirty teeth shinin' like Yellow Diamonds dirty teeth shinin' like Yellow Diamonds shinnin' like dirty teeth shinin' like Yellow Diamonds yeah yeah swear dirty teeth shinin' like Yellow Diamonds

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released March 27, 2023

Written and recorded by Roshin
Produced by Noam
Mixed by Spencer "Moose" Muscio and HNTR
Master by Joáo Carvalho Mastering

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Roshin Toronto, Ontario

Roshin is a creative born and living in Toronto. He raps, sings and plays rudimentary keyboard lines that will get stuck in your head. Though working in genres ranging from Techno to Pop, Roshin is most at home in Hip-Hop. He makes up 1/2 of Essex Boys & 1/3 of BBRC. ... more

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