[Verse 1: Remus] I was meant for something brighter Somewhere in my light I’m flashing like the Paparazzi Instead I’m in the cemetery full of souls gathered from these crashing Kamikazes Break it down for any man who want it, any category, shit is catastrophic Try'na be a man of honour but this savage army got me cleaning out our morals Brother you can get ya balance borrowed for a second You can fall asleep for 40 fucking seconds You can all repeat what everyone has said but I don’t give a fuck's the answer to your question This is tales of a weapon unknown Which way will the flux capacitor take us? Far away from the present, I hope I gotta save my little girl these manors are dangerous I just don't give a fuck what a rappers gotta say (Don't Care) Mate, Reem's the future Put it to your task force, evolution Meet's a vortex from the dark deep Bermuda I'm a real threat to this harsh piece of music, don't test me I just wanna slap MC's, don't tempt me I been around shitty man seen in documentaries Task force 'til the sharp clothes come get me (HUH!) [Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom] I hate starting a rap So many man wanna start when I rap Grass in a bag, that's gardener swag Get sparked in the 'nads if you ask for a drag Look A brudda gave me a call tonight He said he's got food so he's ballin' right? I thought of something funny on his wall to write I said "calm down blud you ain't Walter White" I mean round here fam, it's all wall to wall So tuck it in your jeans, bring a tool to school If you do it fast enough then your balls'll fall That's actually one of the main rules to ball Man wanna act fully gassed when he meets me Then ring back like it's all cool to call Nah, your place ain't even a port I call If I was locked outta mine with a stool to fall (Nah) Sooner catch Wizzy shittin' in the street Bit of veggie, little bit of meat Little bit of sweetcorn, little bit of weed Little bit of bars and a bigger bit of greed Oi but the Asians like raisins The Blacks clap crap The Whites spike Sprite Just cah it rhymes don't make it right Just cah it's rap don't make it a fact Return of the Twat, and he came with a pack Still gonna rap, still gonna trap Still gonna back what I said when I spat Still bad to the bone, still agg in my flat Still sits blacked out in a room blacked out try'na nap But I don't give a shit if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best mates with a gat Coz I'm still gonna come to house with a bag full of shit And a match, that's doorstep swaggin' I don't give a shit I'm on your porch just braggin' Bout how your house gonna get torched and shite Look I'm still gonna act all rash Still gonna scratch my 'nads Still gonna blag my swag Still gonna stash my cash Still gonna chat my fraff like normal [Verse 3: Dirty Dike] When I lived in the background space Sat down spack with a sad clown face And my mates all trapped in a bagged out state (Sniff) Mouth taste like a sack full of hate Brains all mashed like a bag of potates Sound clash? Maybe I slapped sounds face And escape crash land on a maxed out base I'm a wasteman, fact Well, that's what they say But I smash more tunes than you Stuck to the game like super glue Fuck rearranging a Rubik's cube I stay true Pick a place and the music proves that I'm Hardworking, grafting, dedicated Make beats and I never take shit Make peace with the enemy, I'll fuck them in the arse When they least expect me to struggle with the past Bang bang boogie said up jump the fat plam Had fans pushing up, bum rush the Jam Crash land cushion enough fun to have So I couldn't give a fuck about a sad old slag (Hahaha) I just wanna sit here chilling Couldn't give a piss about your kids or women This is jigsaw Britain we live in and I don't fit in like How they gonna kill him when he sit upon the riddim? (Hahahaha) Mate I'm just taking the piss Break In the crib and I'm taking the kids I don't give a shit if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best mates with the pigs I'm still gonna smash shit right up (ooff) Still gonna gag lines up with a snorkel Still gonna build my cash on the pool And watch porn films on pills like normal (Normal!) How you ever gonna test me fool? Ring up the pigs and arrest me? Cool (Cool) Ride the bird and one hand on my toilet seat and get out with a sentence small (Ha!) Pissing in the wind like soaking Shut up bitch I'm joking When I'm on a track I just say what I want Cause I ain't all prang, I'm open [Verse 4: Jam Baxter] I let it all from my being Ain't nothing real in the room you're seeing I punctured an eyelid and out flew a city full of vagrants and half of my brain cells fleeing And Death's passed out in a hallway So he ain't gonna trouble us yet For now I'm un-killable, linger at the bar 3 shots in my left hand running up debts I was raised on skunk and cider on tap And debit cards deep in triangular wraps And girls clinging tight to their best friends hair while they puke in the corner of the warehouse mashed Creeping around in industrial estates Out west all following that rumbling bass Some girdle gurned up munching her face Hands glued to the rig brain mushed to a paste At midnight the walls all parted Unveiling a vista of carnage Kids getting drunk as a live in the house And a child sells guts in small wicker baskets A burnt corpse, with two tenners rammed in it's nostrils and carnival stalls on his tongue As a fountain of honey bees pour from it's lungs Must be Friday, born to succumb I felt the boredom back then through skin Stepped out, carved him out a new grin Bright face smudging along these streets And these bug like glassy eyes are glued in Looks like the spiders grew wings Take to the sky, bathe in extravagance He got the beak out, ten pound a point So I stepped out the joint with a newfound arrogance I was adamant that nothing ever does it like a bucket of a luminescent liquor to the gullet Desert dog bursts from the veins of the city, there's an Angel in a silver suit shimmering above it Two tabs for the deep vibration Draw from the Martel, sweet hydration Pitched up shreaks of a streamlined Satan Screaming out fuck the police, I hate them Churpsing a chick with the neon pink eyes Skin so pale you can see her insides The inner workings, the little heart burning The fumes in her lungs I can see them entwined Snake on the spine Hosing the floor spew fresh blood, magma and golden liqueur And the waves never crash, ride that mash while crowd of lightweights convulse on the shore [Verse 5: Lee Scott] If your bird asks, I'm in first class If not, fuck her, bare back Have her foaming at the mouth like nerve gas Cause I'm ice cold when I burn cash If you're not me shut the fuck up like Donny Birds say I'm pretty fly for a white Pommie I'm your new idol Lee I can do whatever you do idly Been around the world and aye, aye Ionly took two steps Come through fresh like a young Hugh Heff What in the F-UCK will he get up to next? Call me your highness Don't mistake my ignorance for shyness My clique are in the club, pillaging like pirates You go home alone, we go home with bitches Who ride the dick for so long, they get motion sickness How you gonna tell me that that's not Dedication? If the drugs don't work you're on the wrong medication Catch me walking by Get your hands up, like you're try'na catch the falling sky Gimme the cash, fast, I don't Like fussin' Thug tears splash into an almond milk white Russian For all the evil that we done done I keep on praying 'til it’s undone With an ice old Innis & Gunn Rum And a case of numb gum Dumb Son [Verse 6: Dabbla] Yeah... Seasoned vet Wouldn't start counting your P's just yet My back catalogue, got a lot of gold In Guaranteed, leave a lot of these upset MC's chat a lot of P's in the Set Structure is poor and that's why they get the (Clock Clock Clock) McFly to the head them bussed through the floor 'til you fucks couldn't even figure out whidda woulda what whidda what's what anymore Exactly the point I'm making Right words, within the wrong spacing While you standing there contemplating This game's yours for the taking I don't want a part in it if it's not straight from the heart No faking Don't start flaking (Bitch) go get naked Your first time wet The future is set This is something that you will respect If not right now then sooner or later But keep this tune on the deck They put it back so many times them'll never get bored of the shit Recorded a solid gold audio clip for the fuck of It Now I got 'em all on my dick (Ahhhhh) And I'm more than awake The sound is the bassist, fall and shake Ever since I learned to talk on the tape I been caught in a landscape sporting a cape and a sword for the deathmatch Coming to you live from the wet patch Then you get stripped like a leg wax (no shit) When I'm sticking my dick in your girls neck back None of you been giving a reason to take easy so I'm squeezing what I got on your face and then bussin' out See the way they scour the place then cuss 'em out Leaving nothing but a soury taste in your butters mouth It's the guy disgraced if he stuck it out How I got 'em on the regular beggin' to cut it out Level up, brother you know I don't fuck about When you see him, remember to tell him you shut it down
I'm almost 100% certain dike doesn't say 'still gonna build my cash on the pool' cuz the rhyme scheme makes more sense with 'portal' and it sounds like portal but I can't finish the rest of the bar with portal at the end
ok......this is rock solid, I hope these guys are getting managed properly the high-focus seems like it owns its own scene, anyone hitup any live shows?
The sudden shift in the music compliments Baxter’s torrent of crude abstract imagery so well at 4:43 As a listener I feel like I’m being taken on some mad psychedelic experience. Such a dope crossover of production and lyrics here 🤮✍🏼🔥
the rap game is a fucking playground for high focus
legendary shit right here
So dutty
so true
put the rap game to shame pure individual flow
Dabbla sick as ever and lee scott
Respect to #Highfocustv
They are the true uk music
Blah is good too
4 years old and not still half a million views , how under appreciated, this fire and this guys deserve more
💯💯
They all deserve way more recognition honestly
Grass in a bag that's gardener swag - big up ocean wisdom
Get sparked in the nads if you ask for a drag!
These guys could be the best rappers in the world right now.
Leonardo Da Vinchi chuck Fliptrix and Trelly in there and you'd be right bro
and RA, Jehst, Klashnekoff, COTD, Salar, and all the mad U.S rappers xD
King iso
StayFrosty jehst is from manny??
these are the best rappers in the world right now! :D
[Remus] 0:59
[Ocean Wisdom] 1:45
[Dirty Dike] 2:59
[Jam Baxter] 4:12
[Lee Scott] 5:40
[Dabbla] 7:10
East Side Thx bro
wear a cape mate!
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Jam Baxter is ridiculously good at rapping
jistermusic that's the reason he's underated he goes over most people's heads
that is so true
Such a good voice for it as well!
Philosophical conscious rap
@IceCat7 nah she's a lady actually
Biggest tune of last year for me, surprised they never did a video for it.
belly wuffles yo that’s wot I thought.....cnt get enuff if it man
My most played track of the whole year
Like Dabbla says "Pull it back so many times and they never get bored of the shit"
I think Dabbla had something else in mind when he spat that bar xD
Whenever I'm fucked, this gets played. 2 years consistently.
I love this delivery from Lee Scott, dont often hear this much conviction from his voice
Production on point + raw lyrics= A deliciously sinister track
This is it, there's no way this can be outdone - and I'm 7 years late
Swear there's another one bro, unless I'm mistaken. Brb after this song if you're the online tipe😂
@@rad44rr Its been 16 hours, i feel abandoned
!!Perfect tune!! Everyone kills it! Wheeled this so many times, and I never get bored of it!
This is something that you will respect
If not right now then sooner or later
But keep this tune on the deck
I can’t believe I missed this at the time was I under a rock. Absolute class
"If the drugs don't work you're on the wrong medication" Lee Scott kills it as per usual.......# Valium
I think he's calling out casisdead (referencing the song drugs)
Sick init.. and whatever is going for me 😉😆
Production, lyrics and performances all exemplary. Ridiculous.
High focus artists have the game on point
Sí, el lugar correcto, el momento adecuado en el sitio correcto, una matanza lirical perfectamente sincronizados
My mind got obsessed with the beat
why has no one posted the lyrics yet you eggy eggy breads
wy wong?
soo dope,listen to it every time i'm lighting one up
Fabian Sahli right now bro
Sounds acid, coarse and sublime, the energy of the whole universe contained in verse verses
Respect from Greece..SICK MUSIC..!!!
dope!! respect from Australia
Such a sick opening beat and bars. So good these 10 minute tracks
considering lee usually does slower paced songs/rapping he came onto this and absolutely smashed it 🔥
one of my favourite cyphers!!! absalutely sick beggining to end
[Verse 1: Remus]
I was meant for something brighter
Somewhere in my light I’m flashing like the Paparazzi
Instead I’m in the cemetery full of souls gathered from these crashing Kamikazes
Break it down for any man who want it, any category, shit is catastrophic
Try'na be a man of honour but this savage army got me cleaning out our morals
Brother you can get ya balance borrowed for a second
You can fall asleep for 40 fucking seconds
You can all repeat what everyone has said but I don’t give a fuck's the answer to your question
This is tales of a weapon unknown
Which way will the flux capacitor take us?
Far away from the present, I hope
I gotta save my little girl these manors are dangerous
I just don't give a fuck what a rappers gotta say
(Don't Care)
Mate, Reem's the future
Put it to your task force, evolution
Meet's a vortex from the dark deep Bermuda
I'm a real threat to this harsh piece of music, don't test me
I just wanna slap MC's, don't tempt me
I been around shitty man seen in documentaries
Task force 'til the sharp clothes come get me (HUH!)
[Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom]
I hate starting a rap
So many man wanna start when I rap
Grass in a bag, that's gardener swag
Get sparked in the 'nads if you ask for a drag
Look
A brudda gave me a call tonight
He said he's got food so he's ballin' right?
I thought of something funny on his wall to write
I said "calm down blud you ain't Walter White"
I mean round here fam, it's all wall to wall
So tuck it in your jeans, bring a tool to school
If you do it fast enough then your balls'll fall
That's actually one of the main rules to ball
Man wanna act fully gassed when he meets me
Then ring back like it's all cool to call
Nah, your place ain't even a port I call
If I was locked outta mine with a stool to fall
(Nah)
Sooner catch Wizzy shittin' in the street
Bit of veggie, little bit of meat
Little bit of sweetcorn, little bit of weed
Little bit of bars and a bigger bit of greed
Oi but the Asians like raisins
The Blacks clap crap
The Whites spike Sprite
Just cah it rhymes don't make it right
Just cah it's rap don't make it a fact
Return of the Twat, and he came with a pack
Still gonna rap, still gonna trap
Still gonna back what I said when I spat
Still bad to the bone, still agg in my flat
Still sits blacked out in a room blacked out try'na nap
But I don't give a shit if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best mates with a gat
Coz I'm still gonna come to house with a bag full of shit
And a match, that's doorstep swaggin'
I don't give a shit I'm on your porch just braggin'
Bout how your house gonna get torched and shite
Look I'm still gonna act all rash
Still gonna scratch my 'nads
Still gonna blag my swag
Still gonna stash my cash
Still gonna chat my fraff like normal
[Verse 3: Dirty Dike]
When I lived in the background space
Sat down spack with a sad clown face
And my mates all trapped in a bagged out state (Sniff)
Mouth taste like a sack full of hate
Brains all mashed like a bag of potates
Sound clash?
Maybe I slapped sounds face
And escape crash land on a maxed out base
I'm a wasteman, fact
Well, that's what they say
But I smash more tunes than you
Stuck to the game like super glue
Fuck rearranging a Rubik's cube
I stay true
Pick a place and the music proves that I'm
Hardworking, grafting, dedicated
Make beats and I never take shit
Make peace with the enemy, I'll fuck them in the arse
When they least expect me to struggle with the past
Bang bang boogie said up jump the fat plam
Had fans pushing up, bum rush the Jam
Crash land cushion enough fun to have
So I couldn't give a fuck about a sad old slag
(Hahaha)
I just wanna sit here chilling
Couldn't give a piss about your kids or women
This is jigsaw Britain we live in and I don't fit in like
How they gonna kill him when he sit upon the riddim?
(Hahahaha)
Mate I'm just taking the piss
Break In the crib and I'm taking the kids
I don't give a shit if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best mates with the pigs
I'm still gonna smash shit right up (ooff)
Still gonna gag lines up with a snorkel
Still gonna build my cash on the pool
And watch porn films on pills like normal (Normal!)
How you ever gonna test me fool?
Ring up the pigs and arrest me? Cool (Cool)
Ride the bird and one hand on my toilet seat and get out with a sentence small (Ha!)
Pissing in the wind like soaking
Shut up bitch I'm joking
When I'm on a track I just say what I want
Cause I ain't all prang, I'm open
[Verse 4: Jam Baxter]
I let it all from my being
Ain't nothing real in the room you're seeing
I punctured an eyelid and out flew a city full of vagrants and half of my brain cells fleeing
And Death's passed out in a hallway
So he ain't gonna trouble us yet
For now I'm un-killable, linger at the bar
3 shots in my left hand running up debts
I was raised on skunk and cider on tap
And debit cards deep in triangular wraps
And girls clinging tight to their best friends hair while they puke in the corner of the warehouse mashed
Creeping around in industrial estates
Out west all following that rumbling bass
Some girdle gurned up munching her face
Hands glued to the rig brain mushed to a paste
At midnight the walls all parted
Unveiling a vista of carnage
Kids getting drunk as a live in the house
And a child sells guts in small wicker baskets
A burnt corpse, with two tenners rammed in it's nostrils and carnival stalls on his tongue
As a fountain of honey bees pour from it's lungs
Must be Friday, born to succumb
I felt the boredom back then through skin
Stepped out, carved him out a new grin
Bright face smudging along these streets
And these bug like glassy eyes are glued in
Looks like the spiders grew wings
Take to the sky, bathe in extravagance
He got the beak out, ten pound a point
So I stepped out the joint with a newfound arrogance
I was adamant that nothing ever does it like a bucket of a luminescent liquor to the gullet
Desert dog bursts from the veins of the city, there's an Angel in a silver suit shimmering above it
Two tabs for the deep vibration
Draw from the Martel, sweet hydration
Pitched up shreaks of a streamlined Satan
Screaming out fuck the police, I hate them
Churpsing a chick with the neon pink eyes
Skin so pale you can see her insides
The inner workings, the little heart burning
The fumes in her lungs I can see them entwined
Snake on the spine
Hosing the floor spew fresh blood, magma and golden liqueur
And the waves never crash, ride that mash while crowd of lightweights convulse on the shore
[Verse 5: Lee Scott]
If your bird asks, I'm in first class
If not, fuck her, bare back
Have her foaming at the mouth like nerve gas
Cause I'm ice cold when I burn cash
If you're not me shut the fuck up like Donny
Birds say I'm pretty fly for a white Pommie
I'm your new idol Lee
I can do whatever you do idly
Been around the world and aye, aye
Ionly took two steps
Come through fresh like a young Hugh Heff
What in the F-UCK will he get up to next?
Call me your highness
Don't mistake my ignorance for shyness
My clique are in the club, pillaging like pirates
You go home alone, we go home with bitches
Who ride the dick for so long, they get motion sickness
How you gonna tell me that that's not Dedication?
If the drugs don't work you're on the wrong medication
Catch me walking by
Get your hands up, like you're try'na catch the falling sky
Gimme the cash, fast, I don't Like fussin'
Thug tears splash into an almond milk white Russian
For all the evil that we done done
I keep on praying 'til it’s undone
With an ice old Innis & Gunn Rum
And a case of numb gum
Dumb Son
[Verse 6: Dabbla]
Yeah...
Seasoned vet
Wouldn't start counting your P's just yet
My back catalogue, got a lot of gold In
Guaranteed, leave a lot of these upset
MC's chat a lot of P's in the Set
Structure is poor and that's why they get the (Clock Clock Clock)
McFly to the head them bussed through the floor
'til you fucks couldn't even figure out whidda woulda what whidda what's what anymore
Exactly the point I'm making
Right words, within the wrong spacing
While you standing there contemplating
This game's yours for the taking
I don't want a part in it if it's not straight from the heart
No faking
Don't start flaking
(Bitch) go get naked
Your first time wet
The future is set
This is something that you will respect
If not right now then sooner or later
But keep this tune on the deck
They put it back so many times them'll never get bored of the shit
Recorded a solid gold audio clip for the fuck of It
Now I got 'em all on my dick (Ahhhhh)
And I'm more than awake
The sound is the bassist, fall and shake
Ever since I learned to talk on the tape
I been caught in a landscape sporting a cape and a sword for the deathmatch
Coming to you live from the wet patch
Then you get stripped like a leg wax (no shit)
When I'm sticking my dick in your girls neck back
None of you been giving a reason to take easy so I'm squeezing what I got on your face and then bussin' out
See the way they scour the place then cuss 'em out
Leaving nothing but a soury taste in your butters mouth
It's the guy disgraced if he stuck it out
How I got 'em on the regular beggin' to cut it out
Level up, brother you know I don't fuck about
When you see him, remember to tell him you shut it down
still on heavy rotation.. ocean & lee scot ftw
This is what High-Focus are about..
Respect from Greece!
I fw with Lees wavy steez but wish he did more tracks like this the man kills it
November 2019 - still sucking on prawns in the moonlight 🐋💨
I can see myself still banging this out when I'm 85 in nursing home. Sheer class
This song feels about as raw as it gets 10/10 amazing
swear Dabbla's verse would be the ultimate send in a battle
I'm almost 100% certain dike doesn't say 'still gonna build my cash on the pool' cuz the rhyme scheme makes more sense with 'portal' and it sounds like portal but I can't finish the rest of the bar with portal at the end
Dabbla always kills his verses fr.
These guys are so hyped
Respect from Romania!
super belea
HighFocus e baza!
shoutout. my former college roommate was romanian too
Aia zic !!
big up to my romanian fam listening to good music!
This track is bang all of the verses are sick, stand out for me is Dyke
Eatin fried eggs on toast to this tune feeeeeeeeelin GRIMEY!!!!!
Biiiig up from Czech !!!
yeaaa from czech !
From Ostrava 🔥
Ur one cute foreign girl
"still gonna gag lines up with a snorkel" yesaii haha
oh my.. ocean wisdom maddest styleeee jeez this dude killinit
Man I've been listenin to HF for years now why am I just discoverin this tune? Sick stuff
I let it all form my being. Aint nothin real in the room your seeing
how did i missed that masterpiece??? 😵
5 yrs later still bangin this track shits a banga
most goat uk artists on one tune🔥
if the drugs don't work ...your on the wrong medication
Still so illy! UK Best at it. No debate
First 75 sec is epic , masters at work. Bless your sheit
Respect from Poland!!
Blazeing BIG to this one !..................blazeing big to all em :p
ok......this is rock solid, I hope these guys are getting managed properly the high-focus seems like it owns its own scene, anyone hitup any live shows?
Been to ocean wisdom live. Guy goes hard
Music to my ears fellas, keep blazin!
Ocean goes in as always!
yo!!!!! tune but was hoping for a video
Ça c'est de la frappe
The sickest by far! 🔥
ooufff big love from greece! loving this!!!
Respect from Germany to them UK dudes blastin the shit outta my car speakers 🔊
Sickest of combinations
UK TakeOver!!!
Unbelievably dope Track.
been around the world and i, i, i... only took two steps
I’ve been a fan since I was 13, I’m 23 now. Forever high focus 🫀
Love this song
This is such a sick tune
GOD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT BEAT,IM FUCKING HIGH!
absolute filth
FUCK YEAH!
dike has really stepped up the production with the whole album
OHH IM FUCKEN HIGH
Still listening in 2020 better than any music round idgaf
lee came out of nowhere and smashed it
His is the least good on this track
This comment ^ is the least good comment on this track
shut the fuck up like donny.
cant wait till ocean will come to greece
Beat so dirty I can only watch this whilst having a shower
pure dope.. respect from switzerland
respect too from swiss 👌🏼
it keeps baffling me everyday
Lee Scott
Adam Wickson Come thru fresh like a young Hugh Heff
Young Axel Rose
cotd blah
This track is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
We need more Jam Baxter
What ?!! Damn right UK Scene superb !!!!
Forgot about this !i 🖤🎱
Dabbla rules the day for me
Holy fuckin shit mate,the instrumental is IMMENSE
Still the HARDEST example of the Uk scene 5 years on.
The sudden shift in the music compliments Baxter’s torrent of crude abstract imagery so well at 4:43
As a listener I feel like I’m being taken on some mad psychedelic experience.
Such a dope crossover of production and lyrics here 🤮✍🏼🔥
Jam Baxter is pure 🔥
Most underrated rapper imao..
And he got so much better over the years
ЭТО,ПРОСТО,НЕТ СЛОВ
8 Billy goats busting bang energy cans.
That was amazing
best track of 16
Straight fire!
about time they put it back up, got taken off like 4 months ago
why did it get taken off?
That profile of dirty dikess and said not available in UK anymore
Di cK weird. you heard of Monastiriakos?
+Dr Z. no, hip hop I'm assuming?
another fucking level this is some potent hybrid rap shit
sick me buyimg this straight up ordered to my lard
Oh my lord
All timer like up 🙏🏻
Where could i find similar instrumentals?
Bangers !!
fucking heavy and badass RESTECPAH!
Tunes fire.... if u no u no
lee ´s aii aii aiiiii .. fucking sick flow part.. call my highness
can someone please tell the dyksta i need a 32 on this track!!! beats HEAVY!!!!
Sick🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥