Ego
Trippin'
words and music by m. hershiser
ego trippin' - i'm always on my mind
ego trippin' - i gotta get whats mine
i'll get the big house at the top of the hill
i'll get the big phat ride with a gold out grille
because i'm ego trippin' - i'm always on my mind
gold diggin' - money is
my sign
gold diggin' - got money on my mind
say you love me baby - like i love myself
say you got alot of money baby
so i don't get somebody else
ego trippin' - i me me
mine
ego trippin' - mine all mine - i'm gettin mine all mine
my love, my life, my needs, my rights,
my greed, my obsessions, my position, my possessions,
my god how i love myself
you know i love my status and i love my wealth
i love my money - my well bred disposition
my people how i love the recognition
so say you love me baby like i love myself
like you love nobody else
say you love me like i love myself
say you'll never love nobody else
oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
i'm ego trippin'
420
(Miracle Mix)
words by m. hershiser
music by s. kesson and s. perry
its gettin critical, hypocritical,
chronic, ironic, gettin physical
its gettin hydroponic and i want it, so i'm getting socially political
because its medical, mythical, magical and mystical
mental, physical and spiritual, well some are callin it a miracle
because its minimal, it isnt criminal, so
i'm gettin vocal and subliminal
i'm gettin tactical, practical, radical and cynical
i'm gonna organize, normalize, we gotta legalize
possession of marijuana - all rise
i'm gettin logical, psychological, because your logic is illogical
your laws are pathological, fanatical, tyrranical and diabolical
its only a botanical, its ecological, it isnt chemical its natural
and so i'm gettin factual, lyrical, and some are callin it a miracle
America's
Baby
words and music by m. hershiser
baby gettin crazy, everybody got a gun
1,2,3, bang, everybody run
got a fifth grade killer at eleven with a nine
shootin up the body and its blowin my mind
'cause baby gettin crazy, yeah baby got a gun
got a drive-by bullet in an innocent one
finger on the trigger, a little girl is dead
the hole is gettin bigger and its fuckin with my head
the hole
is gettin bigger
my baby got a finger on the trigger
my baby got a hand on the gun
my baby never, never got a chance to be young
the hole is gettin bigger
everything is gettin really hard to figure
its gettin really hard to survive
sometimes its hard just stayin alive
baby gettin crazy, got everybody stunned
when a twelve year old said he didn't care none
took the life of another mothers son
said he did it for the thrill, he did it just for fun
'cause baby gettin crazy, yeah baby got a gun
got a drive-by bullet in an innocent one
finger on the trigger a little boy is dead
the hole is gettin bigger and its fuckin with my head
fifteen with
a bullet, got your finger on the trigger and you pull it
it shouldn't have to be all that but sometimes where your from got you right
where your at
my baby seen some real hard times, heard some real hard lines, got some real
hard rhymes
forty fives and nines, channel fives and nines and violent crimes
you know my baby seen all of that, yeah my baby's watchin all of that
now my baby's walkin all of that, talkin all of that, and that where were
at
left holdin the trigger, watchin as the hole is gettin bigger
a hole made of lead, is fuckin with my head.......
'cause americas
baby got a gun
1,2,3,
bang, everybody run
got a fifth grade killer at eleven with a nine
shootin up the body and its blowin my mind
'cause baby gettin crazy, yeah baby got a gun
got a drive-by bullet in an innocent one
finger on the trigger, a little girl is dead
the hole is gettin bigger and its fuckin with my head
She
Said Love
words
by m. hershiser
music by s. kesson and s. perry
she said she'd always
been a dancer and she loved the way
that she thought i knew the answer but i would not say
she said it seems as though our love is here to stay
she said our troubles seem so far away
and she said love
is all there ever was - love is all there is
she said love is what it's all made of
she said love is all you'll ever be - love is you and me
she said love is all you'll ever need
and baby love, baby
all you need is love - love is all you need
baby love, baby all you see is love - love is all you need
baby love, baby all you need is love - love is all you need
baby love, baby all you see is love
she said she'd always
been a dancer and she loved the way
that she thought i knew the answer but i would not say
she said tomorrow seems so far away
she said it seems our love is here today
Get
a Job (Live)
words by
m. hershiser
music by s. kesson and s. perry
went out on a journey
'cross this great big land, to see what i could see
'cause i did a couple years at the unm, but i didn't know what i should be
when the pressure frome the professor come, it was more than i coud bear
the expectations of my parents, and the emphasis to cut my hair
the said "work, work, get a job boy, yeah work, work, get a job"
there's gotta be more
to life than get an education then you get a job
i'm only 21 years old and i'm feeling like my life's been robbed
my dad he's always been a working man says
"son you know what you gotta do"
i said "yeah dad but can i borrow some dough
til my carrer comes through"
he said "work, work, get a job son, work, work, get a job boy"
well get a job boy you
gotta work,
gotta work from the 9 to the 5 each day
well get a job boy, you gotta work, gotta work,
gotta work it til you're old and gray
well get a job boy, you gotta work, gotta work,
gotta work those fingers to the bone
well get a job boy, but i said dad check it out now
i got other plans of my own
because i'm mad dad, i'm leaving home
because i'm mad dad i'm going alone
because i'm mad dad, on my own
because i'm mad dad, how 'bout a loan
Miles
Beyond (Live)
words by s. kesson - "slay that dragon" rap words by m. hershiser
music by s. kesson and s. perry
sitting on the board of
the trip hop alliance
we value innovation, we advocate defiance
we're not selling angst and we're not selling sorrow
we're fucking up heads with the sound of tomorrow
gotta hi-fi superfly soul powered spaceship
open up your mind baby take a little trip
ring-a-ding-ding it's boarding time
bring it on, bring it on, i'll take you miles beyond
we got hot wars and cold
wars and drug wars and rapists
well it seems only natural that you want to escape sometimes
so stop the fighting for tonight and just roll with the rhymes
past novas and quasars on the wing of a song
bring it on, bring it on, i'll take you miles beyond
i don't know where we're
going, what distant fields we may be sowing
baby feeling fine all the time now, baby watching stars flying by now
i don't know where we're going, what distant fields we may be sowing
baby feeling fine all the time now, baby watching stars flying by now
"for knowledge i thirst
so i go deeper and deeper and deeper into the universe
i'm witnessing a planets birth
then i'm watching and waiting when a planet bursts
to wake you and take you by the hand
a breakthrough as i make you understand
the lesson in life thats had you guessin
stressin pressin the question
who what why where its at
i swear its that you share it fair thats where its at
as easy as one two three then you'll be free
then your gonna look and see me
but to some they can't they won't i don't exist
they're looking for liquid i'm a mist
lost adrift in the abyss
in bliss and ignorance they missed the gyst
of the truth that i'm saying
now with clenched fists they're praying
playing like i'm coming back and saving the day
paying someone else to come and show them the way
straying further and further away
slay that dragon everyday
straying further and further away
slay that dragon"
President's
Day
words and music by m. hershiser
he got a ford on lincoln's birthday
but there's a killer on the loose
if that parade is held in dallas
that man will rob him of his youth
the lincoln looked so continental
so long and sleek and black
the rear doors were suicidal
and there were bloodstains in the back
some say the bullet it was lonely
but then others say they lie
and if you listen very closely
well you can hear the widows cry
so if you're ever down in dallas
won't you please pray for rain
remember me on president's day
a celebration of pain
admission used to cost a penny
but there's a killer on the loose
the theater is closing early
'cause there's a killer in the booth
and our american cousin
was up on stage when he died
some said he gave a good performance
but then others said he lied
and i think money is the motive
'cause now it costs five dollars at the door
they'll say you're paying for your freedom
as civil men send you to war
so if you're ever down in gettysburg
my address is the same
remember me on president's day
a celebration of shame
The
Sound of Industry
word and music by m. hershiser
this is the
sound of industry
the luxury of a brand new car
an air conditioned living room
a heated pool and bar
this is the sound
of industry
as graveyards fill with broken steel
plastic cash and plastic trash
and wounds that never heal
this is the sound
of industry
detroit and pittsburg in july
the smoke stacks up, the traffic backs up
and the acid rains from the sky
this is the sound
of industry
of life made easy, damn life's been good
we gather 'round the last tree
breathe in deeply, knock on wood
Industry
words by m. hershiser
music by s. kesson and s. perry
here you are on this planet
earth
acting like you're running the universe
you're ripping all the trees from the ground
you got that ugly industrial sound going
i'm choking on dead air
how did you kill the air
you killed the air, you kept the cash
the shit aint fair, someone should kick your ass
here i am on this planet
earth
this is my home, this is my place of birth
but now my world is getting stabbed and beaten
stolen, stripped, raped and left beeding
i'm choking on dead air
how do you kill the air
you killed the air, you kept the cash
the shit aint fair, someone should kick your ass
your industrial revolution
is choking on its own pollution
your industrial seduction
is soaking in its own destruction
your industrial revolution
is choking on its own pollution
your industrial seduction
is soaking in its own corruption
Captain
America (Live)
words and
music by s. kesson
captain america, whatcha
gonna do now
rat-a-tat-tat and a click, bang, pow
why you always choose the violent solution
why you choke the world with your minds pollution
why you always got your flags unfurled
why do you hate the people of the third world
what you gonna do to win the next poll
what you gonna do to redeem your soul
why are you so obsessed with winning
tell me why do you hate your women
captain america, whatcha
gonna do now
why all the guns, why all the cops
when's it gonna end, is it ever gonna stop
cambodia, thailand, guatamala, sudan
how will you ever wash the stains from your hands
you ain't nothing but a bullet, there ain't no sense in it
now your kids are getting shot every 23 minutes
you better think about
it (yeah don't be a fool)
you better read about it (they don't teach this in the schools)
you better learn about it, talk about it
it's time to face your history (captain america)
you can't erase your history (whatcha gonna do now)
you got your mad fly cars
and your high rise shacks
atomic generators, italian slacks
eating every kind of food, taking every kind of pill
destruction of the world, yo i think you better chill
captain america, whatcha gonna do now huh
rat-a-tat-tat and a click, bang, pow
captain america, whatcha gonna do now huh
captain america how you
gonna save face
when the whole damn place is controlled by the same race
and all of them are men, imagine the hypocrisy
i'm sorry but it doesn't really sound like a democracy
we'll some are meant to rule and some are meant to serve
and have their few dollars heisted by the federal reserve
we been sold down the road, it's a sad situation
number one in dropping bombs, number nine in education
captain america, whatcha
gonna do now
you go down to the polls on your way to get drunk
and get the same old white bread sorry ass punk every time
is it ever gonna change, better get sharp now
we better rearrange it, yeah is it ever gonna change
we gotta rearrange it, is it ever gonna change
you better think about
it (yeah don't be a fool)
you better read about it (they don't teach this in the schools)
you better learn about it, talk about it
it's time to face your history (captain america)
you can't erase your history (whatcha gonna do now)
U Can
Dance 2 This (Live)
words by m. hershiser
music by sticky pistil
get your groove on, get
a move on
get your groove on, get a move on
check it out y'all, here
we go again
we're gonna groove, gonna let the music flow again
this time i'm picking up the tempo you see
this one will set the mind and body free
check it out y'all, here it is again
a funky jam that's designed to move a citizen
designed with a mic and a stage and a mix
check it out y'all, u can dance 2 this...
so get it going, growing,
flowing, sowing
the seeds of change that will get you knowing
the time, get you in the place
get the mind in a better space
groovin, the mind is groovin
provin the body's movin
provin the time is now, i ask you
how you like me now...
trip, take that ride baby,
move your body from side to side
you got me movin, got me movin baby
trip, take that ride baby, move your body from side to side
you got me groovin, got me groovin baby
i wanna see you dancing,
c'mon u can dance 2 this
move your body and shake your hips
clap your hands and move your feet
we got everybody gettin with the funky beat
groovin from side to side, you slide, you glide
you wanna trip and take tha ride
get inside now, get the move on, get your groove on
get a move on, get your groove on
trip, take that ride baby,
move your body from side to side
you got me movin, got me movin baby
trip, take that ride baby, move your body from side to side
you got me groovin, got me groovin baby
These are the lyrics to all 20 songs on "Hi-Fi Superfly"
all
songs © copyright
1999 Vinyl Grooves and Sticky Pistil
everything
is possible
words and music
by m. hershiser
everything is possible
brothers and sisters
everything is possible
have you forgotten
you know that!
whatcha
waitin’ for
words by s. kesson (excerpt by m. hershiser) / music by s. perry and s. kesson
maybe you’re just waitin
for the right time maybe you’re just tryin to be coniving
maybe you’re developing your master plan while the enemy is thriving
maybe you’re just waitin for elections then you’re goin to go and make your
choices
meanwhile the horrible hillbilly present is drowning out our voices
whatcha waitin’ for
maybe you’re just waitin
on your children maybe you’re just tryin to be protective
maybe they just see right through your postures maybe you should give them
some directive
maybe you’re just waitin for a spaceship to evacuate the masses
maybe you’re just waitin on jesus to come and kick their asses
whatcha waitin’ for
i don’t want to start
a revolution i don’t want to step on peoples toes
my guru says avoid confrontation i just wanna go with the flow
maybe i’ll just drink a couple fortys maybe i’ll just mingle with the masses
maybe i’ll just sit at home and watch TV until this feelin passes
"sittin watchin TV waitin
gettin late and no escapin the hatin the rapin,
too much scrapin the bottom, for a nickle and a dime i think we better check
the time
change the station, change the nation cmon why ya waitin"
maybe you’re just waitin
for the right time maybe you’re just tryin to be coniving
maybe you’re developing your master plan while the enemy is thriving
maybe you’re just waitin for elections then you’re goin to go and make your
choices
meanwhile the horrible hillbilly present is drowning out our voices
fundamental
thang
words by s. kesson / music by s. perry
we can funk
if you want baby i don’t mind
we can funk with your body we can funk with your mind
we can slap down on the ground get back to that fundamental thang
we can funk if you want babe it don’t mean a thang
we can funk
with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you for a little ride
(slide, slide, slippity slide, take a little trip in my ‘65)
there’s a funky little party goin on in my mind
we can take a little trip and leave it all behind
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
we can funk
with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you on a little ride
(fine, fine feelin so fine take a little trip down 69)
there’s a funky little party on the other side
we just movin to the groove and baby let it ride
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
we can funk
with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you for a little ride
(slide, slide, slippity slide, take a little trip in my ‘65)
there’s a funky little party goin on in my mind
gonna take a little trip and leave it all behind
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
alienated
music by m.
hershiser and m. carón
contact
words and music by s. kesson
check it in the paper
or the five o’clock news spot - the reaper and the raper got it all sewn up
hot off the wire we got automatic gunfire - crack deal, gang related, keepin
us intimidated
get a car alarm, better pack a pistol - don’t ya know the crime rates goin
up, up, up
feelin like an isolated, paranoid intimidated, media manipulated chump
we gotta make contact,
we gotta open up our eyes
we gotta start talkin to each other, its time we realize
that we gotta make contact, we gotta make some big decisions
just rip that godamn cord right out of your godamn television
headline no hope, everybody
doin dope - pessimism, anarchism always on the rise
hard luck media well theres a lot of money in it if it aint bad news there
never gonna spin it
on the prime time, top cops, crackin down on gang bangers better lock your
doors better run better hide
livin in fear of our sisters and our brothers ya we better get to know one
another
we gotta make contact...
hurricane aftermath,
drive by bloodbath - sexual misconduct in the presidential suite
oklahoma city bomber, hes a loser, hes a goner - that aint revolution, thats
a chicken shit hit man
blame it on the gangs on the guns on the blacks on the whites on the cops
on the jews on the liberals
blame it on the welfare mothers - ya we gotta get to know one another
we gotta make contact...
the
western world
music by m. hershiser
"somebody stole it, it's broken"
politics
and religion
by s.
kesson
stick
up
words by m. hershiser and s. kesson / music by s. perry
this is a stick up
everybody get your feet on the floor
everybody get your hands in the air - tell ‘em I just couldn’t take anymore
im tired of waitin in line, wastin my time take a number aint gonna make it
this time
im tired of waitin around, hangin around I aint playin around this time
so check it out now im comin back to get it
listen up now remember that i said it
im changin the tune don’t nobody forget it
im comin back now, im comin back to get it
workin for the man i
been breakin my back child
gather up the money and put it in the sack child
try and pay the rent, keep a family fed
do the right thing as i try and stay ahead
keep it in line or youll be out on the street
gonna be a freeloader, gonna be a deadbeat
i always been hungry man i always been afraid
so don’t nobody move cause i gotta get paid
this is a stick up
so get your hands where i can see em - my family’s hungry and you know i gotta
feed em
tryin to make ends meet im gettin beat down on the street - cause i never
make enough and
im gettin desperate when i see my children sufferin,
gettin nothin - things are tough and gettin tougher,
i’m gettin desperate, my kids are hungry so i gotta do something
"daddy i’m hungry"
so i gotta do something
workin for the man i
been breakin my back
get up all the money and put it in the sack
i try so hard in my struggle to survive
everyday it gets harder just to stay alive
just to keep a family fed, shoes on the feet
a roof overhead to to keep from livin on the street
now i always been hungry and i always been afraid
so don’t nobody move cause i gotta get paid
this is a stick up
everybody get your feet on the floor
everybody get your hands in the air...
this is a stick up -
ain't nothin funny
please don't nothin move but the money
cause i'm so hungry - so hungry...
cop
shop truck stop
words and music by m. hershiser
well you
can get it at the cop shop truck stop - they got it all at the salvation bus
stop
get your fill at the gas station thrift shop - get your thrill at the bus
station gift shop
they got a pit stop, called the pit fall 2 bit slots and a gritty little strip
mall
a plastic neon mini mall - they got it all
down at
the cop shop truck stop
get your fix at the hip hop body shop
they got a little coffee shop 24 - 7, the coffees always hot
at the cop shop truck stop - radar love is on the radio the next stop
is the funky little rest stop
no better deal when your drivin that steel
no better deal when your drivin that steel
theyre gettin
down at the cop shop truck stop - the funky sound is goin down in the parking
lot
the two steppin, sock hoppin, hip hoppin, hop scotchin
do the funky dance and take your shoes and your socks off and
theyre goin off - to the hip to the hip to the hip to the hop
do the trip hop and ya don’t stop, and ya don’t stop
til ya get
to the cop shop truck stop
try your luck at the cop stop road block
they got a little coffee shop - donuts by the dozen and the coffees always
hot
at the cop shop truck stop - zz top is on the radio the next stop
is the funky little rest stop
no better thrill when your toppin that hill
no better thrill when your toppin that hill
hip hoppin
at the cop shop truck stop - to dj mack and the jake brake jack pot
they got a funky black top, parking lot, block party, junkyard, trailer park,
shock party
they got a block party, theyre gettin down, theyre gettin serious,
theyre gettin around, they got it all - but most of all
ya know they got that funky sound
down at
the cop shop truck stop
pick me up at the cross top, crosswalk
speeding past the cops, and ya don’t stop, and ya don’t stop
til ya get to the cop shop truck stop - get your fix - get your kicks - get
your mug shot
all mixed up and bloodshot
no better deal when your drivin that steel
no better deal when your drivin that steel
can
i get a ride
music by m. hershiser
different
route
words and music by s. perry
thats right - gonna do
it right - all night - all damn night
thats right - gonna do it right - all night
this aint no never never
never never land
and i aint your never never never can man
so things i do i do just for fun
and all them little girlies got me on the run
so take a ride with me
- i like to get buck wild
when i get on down - i get on down with style
cause i'm im gonna do it my way - and ill say what i got to say
theres things i need to figure out
and im gonna take a different route - different route
thats right - gonna take
a different route - oh yeah - different route
thats right - gonna take a different route - oh yeah
so what im sayin im sayin
right to you
theres many things you may or may not do
so when it comes to gettin down
sticky p dont mess around
my name is shawnie p
- and when i get on down
aint no messin around - and you can take that back to town
cause i'm im gonna do it my way - and ill say what i got to say
theres things i need to figure out
and im gonna take a different route - different route
funky
baby
music by
m. hershiser
cowboy
funk
words by m. hershiser and s. kesson / music by s. perry and s. kesson
wanna be a cowboy a bareback
mare rider - t a k e y a o u t r i d i n
put my pistol in your holster - oh baby loosin up on the reigns...
wanna be a cowboy, a
bareback mare rider - take ya out ridin on the dusty plains
rollin around the sage and thistle - watch out baby im packin a pistol
cmon baby let me brush them burrs off - i promise I’ll take my spurrs off
well im back in the saddle,
but im gonna get bareback
you take the reigns baby tie me to the train track
open up your love shack baby - let me come inside and put my rifle in your
gunrack
cause i wanna be a cowboy a bronc breakin bullrider
hidin out and ridin out west like a gunfighter
lets ride, cause i wanna be a cowboy
cmon baby let me saddle
you up - my snake is gonna rattle you up
im a colt 45 with a silver bullet - baby put your finger on my trigger now
and pull it
cmon baby let me brush them burrs off - i promise I’ll take my spurrs off
wanna be a cowboy a bareback
mare rider - take ya out ridin on the dusty plains
take ya rollin in the sage and thistle - oh baby loosin up on the reigns
and we’ll ride off in the sunset - find a water hole, get our feet wet
do it side saddle or bareback - take a roll in the haystack
cause i wanna be a cowboy - lets ride, cause i wanna be a cowboy...
the real
thing
words by m. hershiser / music by m. hershiser, s. perry, s. kesson, m. carón
well check out my style
- designed to get a crowd goin wild
shakin it up - breakin it up - try and wakin shit up - i aint fakin it
this is the real thing - better than coke - better than crack
this is the one that broke the camels back - this is the one that stole it
back - the soul is back
how ya like me now -
cmon im get live and loud
im givin it up - im gettin down - let us move the body around baby
gettin with the funky sound baby
ya know I’m gettin it back - I’m takin it back - it aint smacked up or cracked
up
you know its better than that - its where its at - and im bringin it back
so wave your hands in
the air - shake your body like ya just don’t care
we gonna get on down now - everybody say oh yeah
well yes yes yall - i
confess yall
im gettin down to the sound so move your feet to the beat
its so sweet baby - when our bodies meet baby
can ya feel it... can ya feel the heat
cracker
words by s. kesson / music by s. kesson, s. perry, m. carón
disconnected by choice
dancing and weaving like serpents in cold steel moonlight
vacant eyes survey the flow
methodical in their own demise
colors fade on the downside
the rush of heat and passion always dies
the candles burn down, the money runs out
and you’re left to face the grey place
the icy slap of lack of meaning
things are gettin kinda
hazy - you don’t even have to try
friends are actin kinda crazy - you don’t wanna know why
the world is passin you by punk - go on take another hit
you don’t even have to try punk - when ya gonna get sick of that shit
zombie eyes, mesmerized
isolated despite the density of your populations
retracing your footsteps again and again
consuming your happiness in desperate breaths
casting shadows in empty places
things are gettin kinda
hazy - you don’t even have to try
friends are actin kinda crazy - you don’t wanna know why
the world is passin you by punk - go on take another hit
you don’t even have to try punk - when ya gonna get sick of that shit
so you get high and you
get by
and each night passes in dismay
and you don’t laugh and you don’t cry
and time just ticks your life away
soul
power '99
music by m. hershiser
thank
you dj's
music by m. hershiser
all that
scratchin'
words by m. hershiser / music by m. hershiser, s. kesson, s. perry, m. carón
well I got a back street
- back beat - gettin funky in the back seat
like a junky with a rap sheet - i got a needle - a record and its cookin on
a low heat
im puttin on a slow beat - low and deep - to keep the rythym so sweet
im goin with the flow - and so ya know - im goin with the soul
pump it up homeboy...
well i got the hip hop
- the trip hop - funky record spinnin like a big top
spinnin out the flip flop - the flip side - the do wop and the be bop from
the b-side
you can feel it on the inside - feel it movin - and groovin the body like
an e-ride
feel it soothin the soul - and so ya know - im goin with the flow
pump it up homeboy.....
cause all that scrathin is makin me itch...
so check out my funky
sound - move your funky body around
groovin to the hip hop sound - i got a hip hop beat and im gettin down
im gettin around - im givin it up - im gettin down - cause i cant get enough
of that funky stuff - ya know its got to be the funky stuff
cause all that scratchin is makin me itch...
well i got a back street
- phat freaky funky pumpin wax beat
the funky pumpin slap deep bass tweaks and drops to the drum beat
im hoppin to the hip beat - trick or treat - im trippin to the trunk beat
im strippin down to the funky sound - and im droppin down a funk beat
pump it up homeboy...
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