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title: "First Post"
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date: "2020.08.13"
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last_update: "2023.02.19"
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slug: "posts/first-post"
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---
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New blog
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The old one looked sussy and it was difficult to read the content
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This one look simple, 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
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the challenge is, how to make a good content
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```rs
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bubble_sort<T: Ord>(arr: &mut [T]) {
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for i in 0..arr.len() {
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for j in 0..arr.len() - 1 - i {
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if arr[j] > arr [j + 1] {
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arr.swap(j, j + 1);
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}
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}
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}
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}
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`mdx test`
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```
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<iframe src="https://open.spotify.com/embed/track/1b6jcx91c0DCGwrMKX5taA?utm_source=generator" width="50%" height="102" frameBorder="0" allowfullscreen="" allow="autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; fullscreen; picture-in-picture" loading="lazy"></iframe>
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[Interlude: DOOM]
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Ba-di-yahhhh
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Alright, steady
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Ba-di-yah, ba-di-yah
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Absolute power corrupts absolutely
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If they get the Villain surrounded then- (Ahem)
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<br />
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[Verse: MF DOOM]
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Good to the last drop niglets
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Hood 'til the blast pop them bigot-ass piglets
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Go for the bosses' dicks or higher
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Beatwalkers still get caught up in the crossfire
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Get at the sarge, he give the orders
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The rest of them punks'll quit the force or get slaughtered
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Use stealth, play alleys, jet
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We'd rather not alert them nosy Federales, yet
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Keep the local random cases in each state
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Escape to the beaches for the season and be straight
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You on call, keep your Nikes on tight, no white
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Anybody tell get lighted on sight
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The ringer's on a need-to-know basis
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No persons, places, things and no faces
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Get bagged, you're on your own, acted alone
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Back home, your fam'll be provided for while you're gone
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It's a price on all snitches
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If you nice, bring back eyes, fingers, toes and pictures
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Send copies to those who singin' the blues
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Mothers and fathers who's unjustly accused
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Our species is in danger
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Wear gloves and strike in a city where you a stranger
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That'll let them fools know
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And send them a message, let them P.O.W.'s go
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Absolute power corrupts absolutely
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Now you have your orders, do your duty
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A new way to let the shots spray
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A few drops a day, double espresso, D.A. latte
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No smell nor taste, hardly traceable
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Wait to waste a prosecutor paid to get the case pulled
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Learn 'em a lesson for givin' bros mad stresses
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A long list of C.O.'s names and addresses
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A fake judge with many years on the bench
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That sent some good cats to the chair, was aired in a trench
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They say her tongue was teared out, smeared and drenched
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The whole system scared in doubt with a fear stench
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And she was tortured, some say post-mortem
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The suspect took his own life before they caught him
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It's real spooky like a real trife movie
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Remember the part when Terminator killed Tookie
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Absolute power corrupts absolutely
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If they get the Villain surrounded, son, then shit
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Shed blood, some'll be shooken
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Just look with they head in the mud, red flood (Villain!)
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