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Sos, mine was 'Impossible' on Wu-Tang Forever. Not an album i ever listen to (as opposed to the great 36 Chambers) but a powerful verse nonetheless. Would like to know where that GZA one's from though.

automat3000 wrote:Sos, mine was 'Impossible' on Wu-Tang Forever. Not an album i ever listen to (as opposed to the great 36 Chambers) but a powerful verse nonetheless. Would like to know where that GZA one's from though.

which GZA dude?

Diss04 wrote:

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:jesus h. christ people. would tune id's kill you?

Haha sorry mate, edited mine so you can see where they're taken from.


Deams this thread is gonna keep me going all week

nice one, son and you defo' know about that. i'm on this lyrical lark.

Innit, i've actually been thinking when I get home i'm loading up my ipod with some gems

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:jesus h. christ people. would tune id's kill you?

Haha sorry mate, edited mine so you can see where they're taken from.


Deams this thread is gonna keep me going all week

nice one, son and you defo' know about that. i'm on this lyrical lark.

Innit, i've actually been thinking when I get home i'm loading up my ipod with some gems

i've dusted off 'Supreme Clientele' by Ghostface and 'Doe or Die' by AZ, so get ready for some mafiosi rap shit.

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:jesus h. christ people. would tune id's kill you?

Haha sorry mate, edited mine so you can see where they're taken from.


Deams this thread is gonna keep me going all week

nice one, son and you defo' know about that. i'm on this lyrical lark.

Innit, i've actually been thinking when I get home i'm loading up my ipod with some gems

I got a 80gb ipod so i'm sittin at work with pretty much all my music goin through reminding myself of some classic shit.

Diss04 wrote:which GZA dude?

S'ok. Pre-Thought Process posted saying it was 'Queens Gambit'. Never even knew GZA did an album with DJ Muggs

Diss04 wrote:

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:jesus h. christ people. would tune id's kill you?

Haha sorry mate, edited mine so you can see where they're taken from.


Deams this thread is gonna keep me going all week

nice one, son and you defo' know about that. i'm on this lyrical lark.

Innit, i've actually been thinking when I get home i'm loading up my ipod with some gems

i've dusted off 'Supreme Clientele' by Ghostface and 'Doe or Die' by AZ, so get ready for some mafiosi rap shit.

Ha ha yeah bring come. I'm gonna dig out some Killarmy and Sunz Of Man. End of the world rap shit!!

automat3000 wrote:

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:

Pre-Thought Process wrote:

Diss04 wrote:jesus h. christ people. would tune id's kill you?

Haha sorry mate, edited mine so you can see where they're taken from.


Deams this thread is gonna keep me going all week

nice one, son and you defo' know about that. i'm on this lyrical lark.

Innit, i've actually been thinking when I get home i'm loading up my ipod with some gems

I got a 80gb ipod so i'm sittin at work with pretty much all my music goin through reminding myself of some classic shit.

Diss04 wrote:which GZA dude?

S'ok. Pre-Thought Process posted saying it was 'Queens Gambit'. Never even knew GZA did an album with DJ Muggs

Bruv, beg borrow or steal it. There's a remix one as well with different beats but I prefer the original.

Kool Moe Dee wrote:I went to the doctor's office, I said "What have I got?"
He said "Turn around boy and take this shot"
I looked at him like he was crazy, and I said "What?"
Ain't nobody sticking nothing in my butt
He turned and said in a real deep voice
"Have it your way, if that's your choice
And I'll put it down if you want me to put it
But don't blame me if it turns into a foot
Extending from the middle of your body
And the next time you see your cute hottie
You won't be able to screw, the only thing you can do
Is just kick her, so go take karate"

from Go See The Doctor

Holocaust (I think) from 'Holocaust (Silkworm)' on RZA as Bobby Digital in Stereo:

You fallin down a endless tunnel of doom reality
Grahically, my killer bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach, devourin guiness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still deceases kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste your peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin my name
Holocaust, black man, lose vains, littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard, all your seeds will be formed deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curbs
Strike three, mics flee, I infect em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly, mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece
Stop graftin me, chump-ass ****** eyein me, temp me
I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hide-out
Rock crush or german suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the ave. or your lab, get stabbed in bloody
bath
While, I'm sippin herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
Got oscar nominee MC's stuck to my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While, Bobby's throwin razor CD's like ninja stars

(Sage Francis)
It's time to rethink every fact that is imaginable
Survival instinct dwells in a past that is inhabitable
I happen to pull fast ones over the slow parole board
Who likes to speak to de-fanged wolves who cry sheep
Time seeps into our skin, age indicates how long we've been lost in space
I keep putting expression-less upon my face
An awful waste of human skin who waits for Autumn to begin
My fall from grace, will do me in too late
(I'm out of seasoning)
No spring chicken, summer romance novel writer could win a prize
It's Nobel, go to hell in a riding vehicle that he winterized
I change my mind more often than my undergarments
Abide abortion and other nonsense
I'm an orphan who comes from Providence
I am a sign from God! For the parentally misguided

(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I don't know where I come from
How do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at
It's where your going... and I am going home
(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I don't know where I come from
How do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at
It's where your going... and I am going home...

...to where? The land of the lost souls
Feeling the loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes
How many images of missing kids can be fit onto a milk carton?
Framed, they're starting to look the same
Starting to say his name, and claim privileges
As if they found HIM!
The strangest little kids surrounding the circle of false friendship
Rings of fire are connected at the elbow
Cause they're tired, moms unexpectedly let go
The Velcro light component that keeps there unit cohesive
It's the music! So we give reasons to get sober
Life experiences to hum to
These kids play Red Rover? I look for weaknesses to run through
With reckless abandon, they're standin', refuse to go down
The pinballs in their machine bounce between abusive homes now
If its fight or flight, they'll just choose to throw down
Ain't nothing like beating a dead horse, riding it through a ghost town
I move with no sound... I used to think I was invisible
Til they stopped me mid-stride and said
"I think I seen a picture of you..."
Picture that, I said "Nah I just got one of them faces
Placed next to an expiration date that changes.
I kind of look familiar, my name is on the tip of your tongue
The lost look on my face makes you play dumb.
Say something colloquial
I need to get my bearings and a feel for where I'm at
but you ain't hearin' that.
They shout "freeze!" I'm a tourist trapped by townies
Who put bounties on armies and all surrounding counties
Before I bounce, I hear them shout
"Someone help us out, PLEASE!"
We're all alone in the foster home
Killin' ourselves with the house keys...
Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it man
And it's a smelly mess once the shit hits the fan
Kids just stand in their circle jerks with there dicks in the sand
Saying "FUCK THE WORLD" cause they aint got no girl
But who do they think I am?
Think again, I'm not that quick to plan ahead of time
I'm two steps behind their schedule, they pretend to have read my mind
I think they just misread the lines in the palm of my hand
Cause, they're random scars caused from slap boxin' with landlords
I ran with the dogs till I realized they were all mutts
Turned bitch once the dog catcher caught up
Forced into trucks, boarded up, put to sleep in the pound
Being an orphan sucks, but I'm through with sneaking around
I see my frown posted up on street lights
And telephone poles, from what they show it seems like
I never grow old, from what they show it seems like
I never go home, and that doesn't seem right
Cause they won't let me grow...

And this is where some go
to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways
Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved
I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay

And this is where some go
to avoid the sunrays and the noise of subways
Emerging introverted, unemployed and unshaved
I've got multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways

(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I don't know where I come from
How do I know where to go?
It's not where you're from, not where you're at
It's where your going... and I am going home...
To the land of the lost souls
Feeling a loneliness that really only exists in abandoned foster homes

I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got
multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways
I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got
multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways
I feel rewarded offering a finder's fee that I know no one will pay I've got
multiple personalities and my inner children are runaways...
(kids shouting until end)

Sage francis - Runaways

You have to listen to the song really.

Scarface, 'Hand Of The Dead Body' wrote:We got this whole motherfucker on a mission
Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision
They claim we threats to society
And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet
For the bullshit they done to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why you tryin kick some dust up
America's been always known for blaiming us ****** for they fuck-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people
Lets peep the game from a different angle
Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled
So why you criticize me
For the shit that you see on your tv
That rates worse than PG
Just bring your ass to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body

Fugees, 'Some Seek Stardom' wrote:AhhhhhH!
Check the crippled man, sittin in the church
My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt
She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs
And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie
Hi/I check Jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop
He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp
His knowledge name is Greek, cause whenever he speaks
He's got the wisdom of King Solomon bags in his eyes from no sleep
Sometimes he thought of the fame in Madison Square Garden
So some seek stardom, but they forget Harlem
But seeking first of all the kingdom of God is what my pops told me
So if I fall, could the choir catch me
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's side am I on? I'm on the righteous
Always check the lyrics, no time to contradict
Chorus:
Some seek stardom, then they forget Harlem (3X)
They/brothers/sisters/families/people/we/brothers
keep their pockets full, but their souls run empty
Well aiyyo family I beseech you, in the hopes that I may reach you
My mother taught me one day that this mid-day would come someday
Born to talk that jive, with peaky hair grown wild
And teachers disliked me, cause I knew where my culture be
So now yeah mom I read history, I can't neglect my passion see
Rock it's kind of new to me, cause my true love was poetry
White was good and bad was black but black was just a massa lackey
built for that B. Nimble Jack and I'd like to save you from the wicked
D-Dog clear I wouldn't be wet
The black to mourn, tomorrow's death
The evil things, glad that I, while angels wrote this violence why?
Help me make me comprehend my black bezerk and why cast it
Time to blaze the angels nappy heads are braided that you make me
see what's hard for me that don't make you flee
when I enter your vicinity, you see my God ain't never after me
So yo I be wised up with Greek
To go and be, the last and good and see what's wrong with me
and through your insecurity of me and my ability
So bredren won't you let me be or has thou asked to much from thy
to tell the truth and not to lie? Oh my...
Chorus 2X
But as I grew, I knew cause the master told me
from a baby to a woman from a woman to a baby
Life is so short, hardcore becomes hard-corpse
Step in a coffin where the money's no longer the source
*singing*
There we go, there we go, there we go
I got mine now won't you get yours, we never open doors
so we neglect, and don't protect the ones that's not
people never really seem to care
And then they cry out, "My people! Why aren't we treated equal?"
As we flee, we flee our own communities
We leave our family in poverty
And then we blame it on another, so family please recover
Oh c'mon please come now with you can come with me now and blow now
if you want to, we're through...
Chorus 4X

"your the opposite of smart feces,......get it? dumb shit"

--Masta Ace

"why do i need i.d. just to get i.d.?,..........if i had i.d. i wouldnt need i.d."

--Sage Francis

"ill throw yo gang sign up and den spit on my hand"

"nah man, yo moms gettin shot dead in the streets,.........thats aiiiiiight!"

--Immortal Technique

"friday nights are tight, but saturday jus makes it old"

--Outkast

"yu ah see the dead man dem, duppy man dem, mi nuh innah nuthin wit dem the fire fi burn dem, dem done condemned, ah pure dead man dem, DEM DUN NUH LIKE ME, AN MI DUN NUH LIKE DEM!"

--Capleton

"wanna see me fall but not this century, anything yu have, me have more yu cant tempt me"

--beenie man

Nasty Nas wrote:Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One ****** front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with
151, one sip'll make a ****** flip
Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit
Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics
Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages
Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us
Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us
One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up
But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again
Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken
Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in
Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! [more sirens]
This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it
'til everybody come home, little ****** is grown
Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon
Sip from the star sun and the moon
In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers
Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors
IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT
THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, ****** THE TIME IS NOW!

from 'One Mic' off of 'Stillmatic'

Cormega wrote:rap is my legacy, I leave my seed my destiny
accept her, hope she never see the jealousy success can bring
the trife life and death of kings
I'm from the rarest breed of people who rep the street and spit poetically
never sleep, rest assured Mega is dope in his pure form
the dealer/MC keepin it real is my protocal
fall back I got you open off the style I was workin on it
the beat is lifeless, 'till I put my verses on it
I reminisce confinement as I read a kite
from my people with secret indictment freedom and triumph
contemplating putting sprees on the tires
dominating this beat with my rhyming as if you need a remindin'
I spit that drug dealer shit you might have seen on The Wire
what other lyricist is known for giving people cosignment
I'm eager with rhyming, I rock Iceberg jeans with Nikes
in extremists with rapping thats deep as Posidan
breedin' in violence now I live in a peaceful enviroment
a secret asylum from the streets where people be wilding
some probably will fear me from seeing me shining
like a phoenix arising from the deep showin the reaper defiance

from 'Beautiful Mind' off of 'Legal Hustle'

this is becoming a one man thread

Big L wrote:Yeah, it's the Big L
Comin at you once again, in nine-five
And I dedicate this one
to all my peoples from Uptown.. and everywhere
Check it!
Yo where I'm from it ain't cookies and cream
There's a lot of peer pressure growin up as a young teen
You never know when you gonna get wet
Cause mad clowns be catchin wreck with a tec just to get a rep
Instead of cool friends, they'd rather hang with male thugs
Instead of goin to school, they'd rather sell drugs
It's best to go the right route and not the wrong one
Because it's gonna catch up witchu in the long run
Brothers be all up on us, actin stupid, gettin lifted
They life is twisted, and most of them are quite gifted
In other words, they got TALENT; but they'd rather sell cracks
and bust gats and run the streets actin violent
To them it's all about hittin skinz and makin some easy green
Cause that's all they show you on the TV screen
All they care about is a buck or bustin a sweet nut
They don't give a (WHAT?) cause they street struck

from 'Street Struck' off of 'Lifestylez ov da Poor and Dangerous'

yes diss, been downloading some of these tunes since i got home.. cant believe ive never heard big l before..man has got some flows

Morning rapheads!

One to start the day

Cormega
My drug clientele was bringin' me money well
Smokin' buddha, L's, and weed so good they leave a funny smell
****** scopin' me, hopin' police is close to me
Mega regulatin', the way shit supposed to be
Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me
To live my destiny, jacuzzi waters soakin' me
Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo
My mac-milli (what?) sweeter than a mango
Son you know the drilly, the drama is a part of me
Did time for, cocaine, knives, and armed robbery
My rhyme rid graffiti as a live ****** prophecy
Mega poetic, rhymes are like dimes but no credit
I'll leave your mind paralyzed dunn, but don't wet it
Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama
And I embrace this spray shit, you banned from the projects
Your love here (fuck it) ain't shit, yo I'ma see you
****** you transparent, see through rhymes, fully automated
You semi-crime related, Cormega and Mobb Deep rhyme amazin'
Thug shit you can't fuck with, what

MF DOOM wrote:if I'm not workin or puttin work in
I'm either wheelin and dealin
or probably jerkin my (censored)
yep listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions
all destructive criticisms, that can't improve on perfection
rock a crowd in sections on a good night.. the hoes fight
always get the dough first then everything else goes right
at least that's what they say and who the fuck is they?
make a hick say 'what the hey?' brought that chick from sick bay
Henson he shoulda asked his upperclassmen
before he bust blast and never trust no Kardassian
captains log supplemental
the Klingons are now aboard the enterprise rental vessal
on my cue photon torpedo
oh and if I'm not on the block with Jorgito
and so on for the street though
smoke a pound of leak though
I'm jokin on the fact that hiphop has gone freak show
don't let the drama getcha
in the only genre of music where the fans shoot the messenger
bitch ****** talk behind ya back like a catcher
either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
in that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
the beat sound like the underwater, make it from the slaughter
even if you hear some wack shit you never give a chance
some shit sound like all you could do on fit is riverdance
it's not a hobby, don't be sloppy
doin deals with these labels is likened to a botched robbery
nobody supposed to get bodied...golly
this shit is like a folly bout to cold flip probably
it's not me he got a ill spills knot in brooknon
where even though kids kill they still chill and look calm
while workin' on new developments for the book bomb
in one bad experiment it blew and took a hooker arm (arm and leg)
BOW! look mom.. no hand
studied black magic for years out in no man's land
it's like a barbecue all swine cookout
to fuck up they plans like a blind man look out
cram to overstand it, peep it and absorb it
the same way he keep all the planets in they proper orbit
Norbert y'all better off goin corporate
nobody wanna hear that bullshit it's too morbid
it's no prints he hold the mic with a mic glove
and rolls dolo from state to state like Ike Love
like on top of the world loser keep it gully
rap creeps seem they got too much juice in they belly

from 'The Drop' off of 'Vaudeville Villain'

Company Flow ft Brewin and J Treds "Fire in Which You Burn"

[Brewin]
Check check it
Fuckin with a ****** like myself your lyrics fail
LaVerne's gear shows your record so molest the hoes buttnaked
Youse a loser your crappin shoulda kept it to your lonesome
But you like 'Look everybody I'm a silly microphone crumb'
You oughta turn to me I flaunt essential vocally
First team all university while your squad is benchin locally
Don't mention joke to me, aiyyo dem ****** ain't atomic
Ain't the comic ****** gutsy, after the disembowelin
Don't fuck around, I eat out with your shorty with the crew
and she be late for head, she want a tape and dreads
and thought of you, a little stinger
My shit'll bring the epitome of bitterly jealous
Forever living crazy minded trying to tell us
how you do it on the power-U, it's simple shit'll get props
Don't let me bring it God I swing it hard like little kid bops
So front I keep the tone vexin, but to the heads
stay pleasant to the ears just think of Lauryn Hill on phone sexin
[J-Treds]
Relentless poetic rhyme never ceases infinity
Forever smokin the mic lyric contact I be open
Naturally high and no need to pass the Dutchie
I'm the living circle circle dot dot, nobody can touch me
At my post, the most high exalted, mind blower
When I rap it it's strictly 'I can't believe he just said that shit'
Material crews, who can't think straight sober
My flows over your head, I enjoy the aerial view
Focus from the bird's eye, in my scenario, of dominance
Filth eatin weaklings, we're bumRussian/rushin like dirty communists
Raisin, my Iron Curtain revealin my words the gospel
No apples or giant serpents, the enlightened apostle
J-Treds, I lace heads like tennis players top seeded
Not meanin to cause a racket, or front the menace
My words speak for themselves, so feel me
Cause on the mic I've got more presence
than attendence in a class of schizophrenics, hear hear
Drink to that pick up raps, intoxicating
Got your craving my living proof, mixture of speech and wine
To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over
Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds
Company Flow, the fire in which you burn slow
I remain Indelible
J-Treds, Juggaknotz, to touch the flame you ought not
I remain Indelible
[El-P]
Check check check check check check
I the Don Digital, slash, piranha morph
Alongside poor terrible surgeons, who blur comic perspectives
and wonder how to get bent, that flaming Malatov shit
Unstoppable object hits unmovable wall and space split
This rogue cherub got his own twisted agenda, catch that
Walkin on flatlines, you witness me grow WAY beyond corporate control
Let them eat cake, cause I introduce myself as a mistake
Slipped through the quills with a serrated barb stabbed, sharp in the
gut
Now we can all become Lord of the Flies
when this industry sees it's demise
Hold it up and try to destruct you get zapped with dead eyes
The five factions giganti the fuck up and get touched
The group hugs you received from your support group
can't protect you from the bumrush
I'm known to slip arsenic mickies and talk shoot then reform
With an unprecedented fierceness, display these powers of Storm
I wasn't born in a manger but I still received three gifts
Alphabetically listed they're Big Juss, Mr. Len, and I
See the field creatures scurry, I the killer, caution
Try to merk off of the pile but you choked on my motherfuckin portion
Spade within my excrement bitch parody
Your insanity is my clarity, not to mention convention
is a great war weapon, disguised under the guise of institutionalism
but still prison, the bad batch of jism
Who stands, who falls, this is the one the DJ calls lick the ass crack
On the wack I keep tabs like Timothy Leary and/or ASCAP
The iron lung is now rustable, you're overrated
As in smoking dust or sonic contracts that haven't been thoroughly
debated
Got my name up in your mouth like cock or gingivitis
when every rhyme becomes the official new blueprint for wannabe
writers
Catch a smack to the face on principle
Even when I say nothing it's a beautiful use of negative space
Indelibles is invincible, El-P don't forget the fuckin name
Come on Columbo I know you figured this shit out, nobody sounds the
same
[Bigg Jus]
It gives me great pleasure when true elements get together
and lace the track rough enough to withstand, any type of weather
If you want it I got it, chemically hemming up the seams
with a poly-epoxy type of a mixture that be, fatal if you sniff it
These, stupid ones pop the microdots
then lean into the sound's religion, watch these styles straight box
you up
Coming with clean concise thoughts, penetrating patterns
Not beyond your comprehension but ejected wide beyond the barrel
Yo, catch the rarest glimpses of the planet once known as Earth
that gravitated, before inner violence heated it up, then it burnt
It be these two style slide ****** who will rock off
any beat you push
Cell Therapy Down South Goodie Mob and Special Ed's The Bush
It's like this, for the ****** who got caught sleepin and didn't know
It be these four actors crazy kings, worlds to revolve around CoFlow
Coming at you in a blazing orange hunting vest thirty yard night scope
first day of deer hunting, you got scoped out like the foreign Juss
Not the type of ****** to steal any scene too long son
I might lace you, leave the EP evidence and then I'm gone






too many quality bars in that one[/quote]