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You can't touch this, you can't touch this, you can't touch this, you can't touch this, my, my, my, my music here is so hard, make me say, oh my lord, thank you for blessing me, with a mind to ride and you like me, it feels good, when you know you're down, people don't call away from the uptown, and I know, it's touch, and this is good, you can't touch.