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View Poll Results: Lloyd Banks лутшый в составе G-UNIT!!! | |||
Lloyd Banks - круче всех!!! | 2 | 8.70% | |
Lloyd Banks - нормальный чувак! | 10 | 43.48% | |
Tony Yayo - круче! | 1 | 4.35% | |
Lloyd Banks - а ето кто такой? | 10 | 43.48% | |
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07-04-2007, 01:23 | #1 |
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Lloyd Banks
Тема знаменитого Lloyd Banks!!!
Инфо! Фото! Обсуждение !
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07-04-2007, 01:34 | #2 |
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Биография:
Парняга с фактурной внешностью: оттопыренные уши, выступающие надбровные дуги, приплюснутый нос боксера и губищи, очерченные тонкой линией усиков. Мускулистое тело расписано татуировками и увешано драгоценными побрякушками. Фартовый жиган Lloyd Banks собственной персоной.
В вопросах имиджа он не считает нужным выходить за рамки гангстерских стереотипов, поэтому выглядит как чертовски удачливый подонок. Lloyd Banks не относится к числу хорошо воспитанных парней. Когда он родился, его мать еще училась в школе. Пока она пыталась как-то воспитывать сына, папаша мотал очередной продолжительный срок. Читать рэп и курить дурь Ллойд Бэнкс начал одновременно - в 11 лет. Вот они, плоды акселерации… В 17 лет настала пора подвязывать с образованием. Молодой человек счел, что обстановка учебного заведения является помехой для его развития как рэппера. Видимо обстановка на улицах родного Куинса более позитивно влияла на креативные способности Ллойда. Райончик был неплохой: в его квартале жил Tony Yayo, а в доме за углом - 50 Cent. С Тони он водил дружбу, через него и познакомился с Полтинником. Отвечая на вопрос, каким образом Lloyd Banks попал в состав G-Unit, он говорит, что просто был среди тех немногих, кто не отвернулся от 50 Cent, после того как в него всадили 9 пуль. Не отвернулся, в отличие от того, как поступили многие знакомые 50, в отличие от того, как это сделал его лейбл. Поэтому и вошел в классический состав G-Unit, общепризнанно самой успешно хип-хоп-банды на сегодняшний день. В G-Unit Ллойд Бэнкс самый зеленый - он на семь лет моложе 50 Cent. Когда 50 и Yayo ездили в тур вместе с Nas, а также принимали участие в Cash Money/ Ruff Ryders Tour, Ллойд был еще слишком юн и оставался дома. Но он не терял времени даром и активно участвовал в записи различного рода локальных микстейпов, на чем и сделал себе имя. В наибольшей степени на формирование Бэнкса как рэппера повлияло творчество таких людей, как Snoop Dogg, Rakim, Big Daddy Kane и Kool G Rap. Так же он переслушал много чего из Mobb Deep. Под их воздействием и сформировался его стиль, сочетающий брутальные тексты с хладнокровным флоу.
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07-04-2007, 01:40 | #3 |
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В 2003 году Ллойд Бэнкс засветился на мультиплатиновом альбоме 50 Cent “Get Rich Or Die Tryin`”, записав куплет в треке “Don`t Push Me” вместе с 50 и Эминемом. Это была лишь роль второго плана, но в конце года он уже в числе главных действующих лиц на альбоме G-Unit “Beg For Mercy”. 50, Lloyd Banks и Young Buck, рекрутированный с Cash Money Records вместо отбывавшего заключение Tony Yayo, совместными усилиями наторговали еще пару миллионов копий. Поэтапный выход из тени своего босса Полтинника продолжается - 29 июля вышел сольный альбом Ллойд Бэнкса "The Hunger for More". Этот диск с первой же недели пребывания в чартах оккупировал первую строчку и не уступает ее уже 4 недели подряд не взирая на все старания таких оппонентов как Usher, Jadakiss и The Roots. Обжигающе горячие хиты “On Fire” и “Warrior, Pt.2” позволяют надеяться, что такое доминирование будет продолжаться и дальше. На "The Hunger for More" немного приглашенных гостей. Бэнкс объясняет, что если бы было иначе, то он не получил бы уважения улиц. Присутствует необходимый минимум: коллеги Young Buck и 50 Cent, главный начальник Eminem, Snoop, поклонником которого Ллойд является с детства; Game, рэппер с Западного побережья, новоприобретенный участник G-Unit, а также... “откинувшийся” Tony Yayo. Аккурат за месяц до релиза Yayo освободили и он моментально развил энергичную деятельность. Сразу же после освобождения Yayo заявил, что в сентябре выпускает альбом, изрядно озадачив менеджеров Интерскоп, недоуменно мямливших, что не могут подтвердить подобную информацию. Сделав такое заявление, он незамедлительно направился в студию записывать свой куплет для трека “Ain't No Click”.
За тусовки с 50 Cent полиция платит Ллойду нежелательным вниманием к его персоне. Хотя Ллойд пока что не давал поводов для обострения отношений с представителями закона. Два его ранения не связаны с уголовными разборками, а являются последствием трагических событий 11 сентября 2001 года. Учитывая масштаб катастрофы, можно считать, что легко отделался. Рассказывая о своем времяпровождении, Ллойд признается, что любит сочинять и курить. Он говорит: “Я пишу. Я много пишу. Ежедневно, все свободное время. И я много курю. Я не курю, чтобы лучше писать. Я курю, потому что с 11 лет привык это делать. Это просто обыденное занятие”. Ллойду нравится делать музыку для женщин, хотя по его творчеству этого не скажешь. Любимым своим треком он называет “Smile” с “Beg For Mercy”. Он чувствует, что этот трек показывает женщинам другую сторону Ллойд Бэнкса. Он все еще одинок и ищет правильную подружку. В ответ на вопрос о его предпочтениях в вопросах пола, он выдает глубокомысленную сентенцию: "Мне нравятся чиксы, которым я нравлюсь. И еще они должны выглядеть соблазнительно". В свои 22 он пользуется уважением фэнов хип-хопа. Ведь он - участник G Unit, задающих тон в американском рэпе. Его коллеги намерены продолжать свое наступление на рынки: в августе выпускает альбом Young Buck, за ним следом в игру вступит новичок Game, а в ноябре в ход пойдет тяжелая артиллерия - второй сольник 50 Cent. “Следующий выстрел будет мой." - обещает Ллойд Бэнкс. И я сделаю его сразу после 50”.
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07-04-2007, 01:49 | #4 |
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Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo >$> >$> >$>
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07-04-2007, 01:55 | #5 |
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Lloyd Banks "On Fire"
Альбом: Hunger For More {Talking} New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit {Chorus} We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this motherf***er, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherf***er, light the roof on fire fire fire {Verse 1} Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna 26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bi*** faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder Im buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah, im riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales ??? Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting raw deals Im only 21, sitting on mills {Chorus} We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this motherf***er, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherf***er, light the roof on fire fire fire {Verse 2} If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her ?? I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters So cut the games ma, lets go in the back Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down And I aint bias when im riding through the town Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown She gotta be able to cum when I need her Tight ass pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva bi*** say something, I aint a mind reader {Chorus} We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this motherf***er, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherf***er, light the roof on fire fire fire
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07-04-2007, 01:57 | #6 |
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Lloyd Banks (feat. Avant) "Karma"
Альбом: Hunger For More [Chorus] I am forewarn you tonite First time for everytime i try But im alright I may just swallow my pride N just put all the bullshit to the side If u ready to ride Im down for a one night stand Gotta accept it any way that i can Cuz i aint yo man I try for whatever its worth Just remember who played who first [Lloyd Banks] I cant keep my eyes off ya I can tell why them other guys lost ya The kinds red an a flying saucer Thats what i can offer Simalarities and characters Havnt ya heard the word around town How i get down? They all whistle Everybody part official An that ass was you Got my dick hard as a missle Dont hop on top Cuz i ride around with a pistle N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue If you was mine id introduce u to momma girl Your styling your moves n your nirvana Im so used to ur prada Taking trips to houston its hotta Throwing that Al Green n using that impala Lay my jewels on my collar Ya had me feeling like a fool when i holla'd Trying to squeeze in but you wouldnt bother But i aint either Soon as i realize that i aint either She in a rush to get close to me but i aint eager [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Like i dont mean to bother you But your sex appeal is remarkable U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you There aint no telling what kinda things that im'a start to do If i get wrapped up on your ass to fast I can tell u feel the same cuz when i ask you laugh So im'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath But im buggin Cuz i can see u right in the hood when i pass Im never stapled cuz business is on my ass But you can be the one i visit before i dash An i admit i been the type to hit n split But u can blame me for the females that i been getting with Cuz Most of these broads have there eyes on my grits Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an' N if you aint worth it then thats all u get I aint gonna blame you im gonna blame them tricks Cuz [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] U seem like your attitude Only appears when im mad at you In several situations n that includes When im gone to long ridin' thru them avenues As soon as i get home this room is a scattered boos U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed N ur girlfriends trying to sandwich me My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat Cuz i come from the hood where the hammers be I move fast but at a switch pace N i pop in a listerine strip before u get all up on a bitch face Moving your body like this Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris I dont know noone hotter then twis You got my temperature risin' from your hips to ur thighs an That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon It comes naturally i dont bribe em Its easy as... 1,2,3 n i slide em [Chorus]
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07-04-2007, 01:58 | #7 |
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Lloyd Banks "Playboy"
Альбом: Hunger for More [Verse One] Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors Blow with the damn winners while you and your man's finished Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your lightswitch Holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem See you later I'll red your head, you'll be a Rodman I know your type, hoppin all over beat screamin You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the gators They lookin forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes You leak the precinct up, play tattletale with the snitches Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes They wait outside of shows strict after the diner close I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina vogues C'mere, take a look inside a entertainer's closet I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee Bitch! [Chorus] Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one We at the bar poppin bottles 'til they all gone If you ain't leavin here with us, you can walk home Cause someone else will, they know how we ride If you a playboy, you got one on the Eastside Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (right, damn!) (Let's go) [Verse Two] I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin with Santa Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn Cause they'll take to jail, even when you're not wrong Dawg you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me Every rock is classy nobody on your block can match me You shouldn't want a fight, unless you want to fight for your life in the hospital a hundred nights I know your type, run behind your girl rushin You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin my family All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks You wore your pants tight, played pitty-pat with the chicks Even my father knows, where the revolver goes I bring the beef to your front door like dominoes And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze Me in the club from when it's poppin 'til the time it close Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing Nah I ain't pullin over, learned that from Rodney King So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield Nigga! [Chorus] Everybody on the left get yo' hands up Everybody on the right get yo' hands up Everybody up front get yo' hands up And everybody out back get yo' hands up And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) ... man fuck what he said man, put 'em up! Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) ... ohhh-OHH! Lloyd Banks, what? Oooooooooooooh!
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07-04-2007, 02:00 | #8 |
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"I'm So Fly"
Lloyd Banks "I'm So Fly"
Альбом: Hunger for More [Intro - Lloyd Banks] Yeah! Aye yo 50 They don't do it like us nigga Yeah! [Chorus] I'm so fly, I got money So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy I'm so high, I'm on point And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye And when I ride by I don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this year Nigga I'm so fly, I got money So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy [Verse - Lloyd Banks] Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutter Too smooth to stutter The cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butter Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Grab the burner But she ain't concerned 'cause he's a earner My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder We fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner Its a privilege to ride with a celeb' 'Cause them girls over here don't got a problem giving head Paranoia is on ya', that's why ya' llama's in ya' bed Fuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya' head Where the block I'm from Niggaz be damn near forty and still tucking And niggaz baby mama's is pregnant and still fucking It's either 'cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo 'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow The chronic is blown For my niggaz that got locked up and deported And now they gotta go back home [Chorus] [Verse - Lloyd Banks] Don't confuse me with the suckers 'Cause when I spit, You'll hear more “Oh's” Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the Rucker Thank God for giving Banks the gift You think that bandana makes you look gangsta But all I see is a handkerchief Nigga there's no one out the click that freezes Believe that, 'cause I ain't scared a shit but Jesus Look dog, I don't run with the poodles Difference is, I'm eating in Rome and you eating Roman Noodles Ya' boy is corrupt kid Banks a send a bitch to the store Just for a piece of cheesecake like Puff did You chumps cant afford these homes Look around I got forty clones Now look down, that's forty stones And that's only in the necklace I'm bony and I'm wreck lace It's Tony in a Lexus I'm fresh out the gutter, scrap what ya' man thought I'm in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport [Chorus] [Verse - Lloyd Banks] When I travel I know I'm gon' get stuck 'Cause they harass us in the airport Like I'm the one that's blowing shit up I got the patience of a High School teacher And a bright future Why the fuck would I have a bum on my sneaker? All the goodie girls back off us My hearts colder then Jack Frost's We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes with my black Forces A black rose for a rats coffin I'm blowing O's of that black coughing Blow on the road then I'm back flossing No one knows how much that's costing Fuck ass, only the green moves me I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the Scream movie So if you plotting on popping off, then scheme smoothly Or get a little red splatter on ya' cream Coogi My name ring each state So you ain't gotta go all the way to L.A. to get ya MC ate [Chorus]
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07-04-2007, 02:04 | #9 |
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Lloyd Banks (feat. Young Buck) "Work Magic"
Альбом: Hunger for More [LB] I'm gon' ride! {*repeat 2X*} [LB] They gon' ride! [LB] We all gon' ride! [Lloyd Banks] I've come from the heart of South Side Holdin it down for my niggaz that died I gotta dizzy bird on my side Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] Baby that's right stay off the payroll I have niggaz scrapin the skin off your face with the same shit that peel the potatoes I thank the Lord for my blessings, and I'm glad he gave us The willpower, and the reflexes of Larry Davis You don't wanna see my block formin That's a hundred and one dawgs And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em We're respected highly Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra lobby As soon as you ain't around Jake, you get your ass whipped for chips, now that's the real definition of poundcake I got the crown snake, and you can tell when I'm shoppin Cause when the mall stampedin you feel the ground shake I got a car I only drive on Thursdays I'm a stunner, Banks blows more cake than birthdays [Chorus: Lloyd Banks - repeat 2X] Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm headed for the top, and I'm almost there Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here I work magic and make you niggaz dissapear [Verse Two: Young Buck] You know how I gets down, this pound hold six rounds I told you I'd be back bitch, talk that shit now! You hear that fo'-fifth sound, duck when I spit rounds Cause this ain't Beverly Hills, you in the Bricks now We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sale You get your head cracked, then niggaz don't run and tell It's like we sell crack, get caught head back to jail We on that "Fuck the Police" shit, we're livin in hell You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin around I never learned, even after I took a couple shots I just got me some Band-Aids, and bought a couple glocks Had to go on a rampage, and hit a couple blocks Once they hear that 12 gauge, that's when the trouble stops If it's beef then I'm ready to ride Just come to Ca$hville, you can find me on the South Side Motherfucker! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Lloyd Banks] Now I ain't from Michigan, but I'm in the Fab Five You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin name Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind Cussin without a line, a lot of suckers came Yeah you talkin shit, but we can all tell he ass Jazz and black his eyes like the R. Kelly mass You gotta blast me yo, cause the Louisville'll have your head lookin like the top of a pistachio The young gunner with the raspy flow Got every boyfriend, thinkin they girlfriend's a nasty ho My heart laugh and it's small, maybe it's cause my grandpop dropped, right after the ball Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, when you hot, they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder The 3-5-7 tucker, motherfucker! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Geah, haha.. motherfucker! I'm here, yeah! Lloyd Banks, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g G-Unit!!! Money by any means, nigga
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07-04-2007, 02:05 | #10 |
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"Warrior"
Lloyd Banks "Warrior"
Альбом: Hunger for More (Warriors! Come out to Pla-a-a-y!) I'm a warrior! Aw man I never run never snitch I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!) Don't change cause he's rich Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch Don't fold under pressure You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!) I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta React and think about it after Uh, You heard right motherfucker My grandmama' daughter ain't raised no sucker Heart full of pride and a head full of anger Attitude of a winner infared for the danger Even the paranoya of a female'll change ya Waking up every morning laying next to a stranger I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye out for the snakes Who can't stand hearin your name all throughout the states Tune into BET and watchin your video Pretending to be your friends but the smart ones really no, so If that's your man warn him 'Cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing You ain't ready for the war I bring You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior! {Chorus} Man I never run never snitch I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!) Don't change cause he's rich Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!) Don't fold under pressure You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!) I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta React and think about it after I'm a warrior! Goddamn hoe here I go again The Double L O Y D Here put on an I.V Tryin ta try me The new age I lead The black C.I.G Resides beside me As smooth as an Isley Sometimes I surprise me Can't even ID As low as my eyes be I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with your mouth The wrong punchline'll have niggaz inside of your house Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood That's a zipper that's sticky California should whip me I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit) Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing You ain't ready for the war I bring You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior! {Chorus} Man I never run never snitch I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!) Don't change cause he's rich Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!) Don't fold under pressure You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!) I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta React and think about it after I'm a warrior!
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