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MIX is a hypothetical computer used in Donald Knuth's monograph, The Art of Computer Programming (TAOCP). MIX's model number is 1009, which was derived by combining the model numbers and names of several contemporaneous, commercial machines deemed significant by the author. Also, "MIX" read as a Roman numeral is 1009. The 1960s-era MIX has since been superseded by a new (also hypothetical) computer architecture, MMIX, to be incorporated in forthcoming editions of TAOCP. Software implementations for both the MIX and MMIX architectures have been developed by Knuth and made freely available (named "MIXware" and "MMIXware", respectively). Several derivatives of Knuth's MIX/MMIX emulators also exist. GNU MDK is one such software package; it is free and runs on a w… more »

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Don't come on my block
If you an opp
You finna get shoot
My blicky go pop pop pop
To you it's a game
For me it's my gang
What did you say
Can't hear you
My bullets gone pierce you, Uh
I bet Drakes net worth that I won't miss you, Uh

I got that ice, freezer
Diamond like Fiji, clearer
Diamonds so shiny they make you blind
I'm one of a kind
These drugs on my mind
don't waste no time
I'll run up that crime
Then spit a quick rhyme
Cuz that what I'm bout
Don't come around or we'll change your route
These niggas is beefin but this ain't a game
These niggas is talkin but that shit is lame
If I want it I take it
That's tough shit you fake it

Prove to the gang that no one will miss you
This is the reason that I never dissed you,
Yuh
You prolly knew I was gone kill you, Uh
Cuz I put that thought in your head
Then I put a shot in your head
Bitch you diss me I come for your head
Clips strapped to my waist
You get hit in your chest
Nigga, I guess we all live wit regrets
But now that you dead I guess that you can't, oops
I put a round or 50 in you, Ooh
Wait multiply that by two, Ooh
Put 100 in you, Ooh
Mathematics and body bags
I got the facts and I got the cash
Hop in my whip might get whiplash
Car real nice but it drove too fast, Uh
Yuh Yeah yeah it drove to fast

They say it drove to fast
They say I gotta lot of cash
I don't give a f*ck
Nigga where the f*ck you at
Pull up and get shot quick
Nigga I don't give a f*ck you got a stick
Nigga I don't give a f*ck about shit

Don't come on my block
If you an opp
You finna get shoot
My blicky go pop pop pop
To you it's a game
For me it's my gang
What did you say
Can't hear you
My bullets gone pierce you, Uh
I bet Drakes net worth that I won't miss you, Uh

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