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Cam

A cam is a rotating or sliding piece in a mechanical linkage used especially in transforming rotary motion into linear motion. It is often a part of a rotating wheel (e.g. an eccentric wheel) or shaft (e.g. a cylinder with an irregular shape) that strikes a lever at one or more points on its circular path. The cam can be a simple tooth, as is used to deliver pulses of power to a steam hammer, for example, or an eccentric disc or other shape that produces a smooth reciprocating (back and forth) motion in the follower, which is a lever making contact with the cam. more »

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Yeah Yeah
Yeah
Aye
Everything happens for a reason
I can never fall I 
Spring in my season
Betcha I survive 
If I'm thrown 
In the deep end 
When we step out
Guarantee that it's a event 
Got drinks on chill
How the f*ck you run your mouth 
But still standing still 
I don't get it 
(Aye)
And my pockets stay filled
Bigger than Uncle Phil 
Need that house up on the hill
Right now 

Pryde Rocc in the building
All of our ambitions 
Going straight through the ceiling 
Bitch I know you see em' 
Avant garde art
I belong in Coliseums 
Everyday I be practicing 
That Carpe Diem 
Until I meet the maker
Putting in all this labor
While faded like a taper
I know that you smell the vapors
Way up in the ozone
Ex bitch 
Checking on me
That's a no no 
I'm tryna stay afloat
Wanna visit every coast 
And live remote
Hold it down
like I'm in control
All my foes blow smoke 
Y'all a fucking joke 
I'm knocking beats out the park
Like an Oriole
Here we go 
And that's on me
I can provide 
What you want
Let them three tony's
I don't gotta
Look too closely 
To tell
That you phony 
All about my bank 
Like Cody 
You can't clone me 

Everything happens for a reason
I can never fall I 
Spring in my season
Betcha I survive 
If I'm thrown 
In the deep end 
When we step out
Guarantee that it's an event 
Got drinks on chill
How the f*ck you run your mouth 
But still standing still 
I don't get it 
And my pockets stay filled
Bigger than Uncle Phil 
Need that house up on the hill
Right now 

Checkmate
Every move that we make
Got the game from my pops
I was born playa made
From the sideline
Now I'm on the court
I just wanna go 
From sedan to the Porsche 
Oh of course
Think fast 
Or they on yo ass
Like a sport 
Step back with it
Handle game so vicious 
Me and my whole gang
Here to stay 
Like a tenant 
You timid
I got no tolerance
To hold an argument
I just wanna hang plaques 
Like momma did with ornaments 
and shine
I see all my blessings
Fall in line
It's by design
You should resign
I been that nigga 
Since prom
The f*ck you on
I'm top notch
I don't need for you to agree
Four fingers to your face
Please read between 
These lines hotter 
Than the summers down
In the 214
Had my opps
With a combo
Like uno dos nigga

Everything happens for a reason
I can never fall I 
Spring in my season
Betcha I survive 
If I'm thrown 
In the deep end 
When we step out
Guarantee that it's an event 
Got drinks on chill
How the f*ck you run your mouth 
But still standing still 
I don't get it 
And my pockets stay filled
Bigger than Uncle Phil 
Need that house up on the hill
Right now

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