[
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about return to wonder valley",
    "response": "[VERSE 1]\nback when I was broken up chasin after yall shit\npriority was smokin up, tryna keep the bar lit\nI tried to use this pain of mine to fertilize the garden\nI would do it rain or shine, I was overwatering\nwhen you take care of business where the air acidic\nbe careful and beware of it, its parasitic\nfrom wonder valley I extend healing\nyo gonna see for miles if you receive\nhere come the ayurvedic love \n\n[VERSE 2]\nwhen wonder valley called me i was all severely wounded \nshattered up and badly in need of some therapeutics\nnow the money right im drippin dragon barracudas\nbut I lost the soft touch bodhisattva tool kit\ngot hasty I couldnt sit and wait\nthen I put as much as weight as I could carry on my plate\nbecause im built different I can see around the corner I was harder on the homies if they couldnt keep the pace\ncouldnt see the unfolding of the marigolds\ncuz it felt like being hurt was more relatable\nthank god fire is my elemental\ntransformation couldnt find a better pencil\nnow its time to go where the current always wanted me\nthat day i said the beast wont get none of me\nand even tho the empire hunted me\nI had to turn my back to it face what's in front of me\nyeah\n\n[BRIDGE]\nyou’ll always be home by the campfire \nyour higher self cant die but it can tire \nlive another day and you will fight again\nheal up, heal up then fight again\n\n[VERSE 3]\nthe red solar sky gave way to the metallic moon\nthe temperature dropped and I felt the valley cool\nim in the medicine’s grip now we compatible\nthe desert floor undulated as a pool\nwhite purple light filled the basin\neverything is just a vibration\na sea of stars stretched out in front of me\nand unseen company\nsaid everything you chasing is right here in wonder valley"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about wants",
    "response": "[INTRO]\nso now i sprint\narms wide, fists clenched\nthirst not quite quenched\nI know what we can be\nmy feet might bleed my heart might break OK\nbut i remember who we used to be\n\n[VERSE 1]\ndyin on the cross of who we used to be\nthen i remembered what we all agreed\nto seek out love in all its different energies\ngo back home and then return a bigger better thing,\nonce upon a time we shared a frequency\nbut now we in a different paradigm\nif it’s interference when you seein me\ni’m in paradise\nuse a different pair of eyes\nwe are not the same\n\n[HOOK]\nwe are not the same\nwe are not the same\neverything changed one day\nwe are not the same\nwe are not the same\ni think i like it better this way\n\n[VERSE 2]\nyou should throw the ceiling back\nwhat’s your code to reattach?\nsometimes when i look up at the sky at night, I see a map\nwayfinder, you free at last\neven though the sea is black\nyou can be a firekeeper too, you just need a match\n\n[VERSE 3]\nI got a different assignment\nits in a different alignment\nI came equipped with additional drivers passenger seat with the blinders\nnaturally gifted and guided\ngradually it became normal to hide it\nfear of the fuel I was given to live in this body would leave me divided\nfeelin far from a higher form\ntemperatures up in the biodome\nmight’ve been off of that microdose when I decided to sit by the firestone\nI saw it all when my eyes were closed\nopened em up now its time to go\nbut something done shifted for all of us all a sudden the light is on, whoa\nsharpen the mind with effort\nsoften the psychic edges\nwith fungus fibers and lettuce the darker the night the better\nthe harder I tie the headdress\nthe farther can fly the message\nreach higher to pull the sun down, i wonder who else remembers\nyeah\n\n[HOOK]\nwe are not the same\nwe are not the same\neverything changed one day\nwe are not the same\nwe are not the same\ni think i like it better this way\n\n[BRIDGE]\nthis is not a hologram or a simulation\nit would be so easy if that were the situation\n\n\n[OUTRO]\nso now i sprint\narms wide, fist clenched\nthirst not quite quenched\nI know what we can be\nmy feet might bleed my heart might break OK but i remember who we used to be\nso now i sprint\narms wide, eyes squinched\nthirst not quite quenched\nits a lucid dream\nmy feet might bleed my heart might break OK beloved, none of this is new to me"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about the refinement",
    "response": "[VERSE 1]\nyeah now i’m runnin w the goats\nstand on every book I bid im taller now we call that growth\na bet on me murdered the old version that you know\nif it aint resolved w him you holdin grudges with a ghost\nthe babadook the baba yaga\npracticin his pranayama\nprayin that he purify a purpose in these final hours\ntryin not to be too hard on myself for entertaining cowards\nnever let draconians go swimmin in the dragon waters\nthats a promise owe it myself to seek refinement\nthe way its routed you’ll be doubted by your chief advisors\nfound a way to eat despite the smaller portion sizes\nmelt the cap, water rises im a warmer climate\nfloat into a room like i own that shit\nsovereignty on my domain, blacker than black ownership\nblacker than im mubarack on black ops for the soviets\nturnt my back on me enough to know how im supposed to sit\nyou stand up straighter when these facts arriving\nand download an ancestral bag of diamonds\nthats refinement on the black horizon\ngratitude for the dubs when i actualize em\n\n[HOOK]\nwe so ill\nyou can keep the cure\nto achieve peace\nwe believe in war\nrefine, reform, see the light we absorb\ntribe is a vibe, right from the source\n\n[VERSE 2]\nsome people in it to win it\nI got in it to end it\nnever went independent, bitch I been independent\npenmanship is a menace win the pennant a penance\nI negotiate interest, you on pinterest with pendants\nbalance basic intentions\nthats that libra ascendant and the fee for admission\nI be kickin my feet up, like i'm the fifa commission\nout here free on the fringes\ndont need a seat at the table when you the key to the entrance\nonce I decided we was tryna be the highest me\nfirst i refined the mind and afterwards refined the speech\ntrimming fat to feed the ritual im finna eat\nmy time is nature’s now, the teacher had to hike his fee\nif you dont like the premium package price of the chi\nits plenty of pretenders i still hope you find ya peace"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about the instrument",
    "response": "[VERSE 2]\nclosest i came to musicianship was a clarinet\nwe had to rent it my moms aint had her bearins yet\nit was noodles and water if we aint clear a check\nblew my horn against the noises of abuse and sex\nthe halls smelled of rock and reefa need some mucinex\nbut in the park the old koreans taught me how to move and stretch…\nwhole crew was disadvantaged or an immigrant\nyou could either have a change of clothes or have an instrument\nthe smarter homies started spinnin vinyl after school\nI just wanna rap i guess that’ll just have to do\n...I picked a path, he picked a path, she picked a path too\nhe zipped a bag, I stuck to rap, she went to grad school\nalong the way I learned the heart’s an organ you can play\ngotta keep it tuned so they can feel the words you say\nmy body is a berimbau vocals are the string\nmore relaxed then a child, in the note of “be”\nXLR direct into the possibilities until I see that what I face is not as big as me\nand know that when i'm working music is the feel of time\ni'm only here to learn what kinda instrument am I, tune your instrument"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about oldboy",
    "response": "[VERSE 1]\nyou ever draw lines in the quicksand\nand the bag keep hoppin out ya hands\nif you feel fire ticklin ya ear drums\nthats god laughin atchya plans\namerican values they got us fucked up\neverybody gotta reach the bottom line\nyou might be cool runnin for the big win\nbut you’ll never outsleigh father time\nI know you want it now but its not yours\nmight feel like its haters by the locked doors\nyou just gotta chill and getcha mind right\nyou prolly already at the top floor\nin a deprivation tank with the lights off\nI meditate in thanks with the brights off\nthink what I should to take my mind off\nuncage it until it flies off\naint as far from myself as I thought I was\nbodhisattva i'm back and you caught a buzz\nput a whole bunch of facts on the firewood\npour the gas can dry then i light it good\nthats a gift given by them long years\neven if they sleep man im all ears\ncuz I too been trapped in a small room\nchanting to myself aw yeah\n\n[VERSE 2]\nim already knowin that you put the work in\nand the world aint ready for ya genius\nand its all kinda reasons for the hold up\nyou thinkin to yourself they never seen this\npacing in your crib like a wildcat\ncuz inferior motherfuckers be coming up\nin theory you thinking man is because of luck\nbut a serious part of you feel you fuckin up\nit start to chip away at you in small bits\nsocial media got you thinking it’s all lit\nbut The devil is illusion in the tar pit\nyou’ll get stuck in it\ncovered in it, stallin\nbut that wall is where yo blade gotta sharpen\nwhen the hype dies and the room darkens\nthat’s when your warrior side should starts sparkin\nthen the rest of yo life is seances , yeah"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about walls",
    "response": "[VERSE]\nI'm the part of you that never goes to sleep\nLock me out I go and find a key\nI was you before you ever came to be\nThe outside world never came to me\ndig a dirty hole throw me in alive\nShovel soil on me hoping I'm gonna die\nWalkin off like you don't hear my call\nWhile I suffocate, you can hear me thru the walls\n\n[CHORUS]\nThrough the walls\nYou can hear me through the walls\n\n[VERSE 2]\nOh you heartless now? can't ya love?\nYouse a monster? an empty husk?\nNobody knows ya? can't be touched?\nBigger than life, but not bigger than us?\nI used to live on ya sleeve,\ntucked in a cuff like a cigarette box\nCut and punched on, watch me bleed\nI saw the sun less the bigger ya got\nHearts were broken, lies were told\nTrust was shook up, it made us cold\nPersonas built up, rhymes got wrote\nBehind a stage name, that was dope\nBut somewhere in there, I was lost\nCalcified, tied down and then offed\nSo ya thought, but hard ta live\nWithout me right there, and the life I give\nThe universe is vast and grand\nA sprawling wilderness of massive span\nholy rivers, rolling rocks\ntumbling planets, dying stars\nThey feed me grace, while you asleep\nkeep me lifted, and full of heat\nAnd even though, the world to you\nIs all the things you see and consume\nAnd all the unseen is simply voodoo\nThat don't add up in human view\nI know the truth, and who you are\nCompared to what you believe and pawn\nOff to folks, the magic show\nWith pretty lights, and fireworks\nI'll still be with you, at the end\nCallin atchya thru the walls"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about white",
    "response": "[INTRO]\nwhat if white supremacy was guided by a star\nthat's seen its peak now we feel it dyin off\nto be alive to see it all \nthe final fall of the white dwarf\n\n[VERSE 1]\nyou broke the universal contract\nGET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE you know where the doors at\nall you did was rain ash\nand tell ya worshippers they jealousy was fact\nand the only thing worse than bein dead was bein black\nthe cowards you attract\nknow money give you life so they hoarding all ya gold\nthen send police for overseeing what you stole\nall this had to come to pass I don't try and understand\nthe wreckage you command\nthe sleight of hand of tribalism would divide us into bands\ntoo numb to feel a natural connection to the land\nand your murderers and conquerors\nperverted holy symbols and converted em to swastikas\nand everything you make is partial\ninsecure paranoid and patriarchal\nya medicine is harmful\nya history a guess\nonly legitimate when you come out the best\nthis energy is crazy I can feel it from the sky\nwhat a time to be alive we get to see you die\non behalf of starseed coalitions\nand relatives separated from the old traditions\nwe here to play long game everyday is work\nall moves made accelerated by the earth\nthey cities will dissolve they militias will collapse\nthey sons won't believe em, they daughters will detract\nimagine what we’ll build when you dead on yo back\nif a hen can lay an egg when its fed table scraps\n\n[HOOK]\nwhat if white supremacy was guided by a star\nthat's seen its peak now we feel it dyin off\nto be alive to see it all \nthe final fall of the white dwarf\n\n[OUTRO]\nI been waitin my whole damn life for this moment\nTrainin my whole damn life for this day\nI been waitin my whole damn life for this moment\nTrainin my whole damn life for this day\nblack children of the future rejoice\nyou pounded the heavens with the sound of ya voice\nyou shook it loose now watch it cry\nlet it fall down let it die\nbefore it get better it's gonna get worse\nso many levels it's a thick curse\nbut to be alive just to see it all\nthe final fall of the white dwarf"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about message sent with lasers",
    "response": "[VERSE 1]\nhere's a message sent with lasers from outta nowhere\nit better get there quick, we on fire down here, \ncan you hear?\nare you there?\nthis planet is so hostile it's threats everywhere\nI hear the plants can heal but they also can kill, so beware\nare you there?\nI was scrollin timelines and on god, someone died\n all on Live, he got fried from the side\n it was like I was there\nI guess we feel justified if we scroll and don't share\nbut these apps still get fat, something's off in the air\nhere's a prayer\n\n[OUTRO]\nMessage Sent With Lasers\nHostile Communicators\nMessages, sent with lasers"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about colour",
    "response": "[VERSE 1]\nsalvation, where have you gone, and how did we get it so wrong\none look at the star navigation and these calculations are off\nwe should be further than this (affirmative) where did we fall\nhow do we fumble the bag so hard\nand humbly brag when the jungles are gone\nI should be in that bitch lickin a frog\nI should be liftin a log\nI should be feelin like God\ncloser to nature not swimmin through smog\nyeah\nthe deputy finding my people\nthe jeopardy high and not equal\nsqueeze outer space through the eye of a needle\nsleep on the OG and die in the sequel\nwe in need of a reboot and it’s gettin awfully close\ni keep it chill i do not get headaches about what i cannot control\ni sleep better standin up anyway when the day begins i man up and go\nand spend every ounce of my energy rippin these colours up outta my soul\n\n[VERSE 2]\nSlay these beats cuz mufucka thats what i live for\nWhen you look inside from out then you ask how come SUM aint really get more\nBut thats like bein on babylon 5 with a one way lens out in deep space\nWith smoke in ya eyes lookin down at the ocean, sayin it aint no stingrays \nyall beef in the bear cage\ni chewed up way more raw mufuckas than yall spit bones on the staircase\nBeen fightin like a bangkok cop in a thailand raid for redemption i daresay\nCoulda flown when the chains went pop but im still fuckin around witchyall in a fair way\nFuck airplay\nand mind control im in this shit for the getback\nFor every setback that a brotha done had the universe sent two jetpacks\nBring hell from here to alhambra\nCut up dissect and then collage ya\nYall suns slept on the horizon\nI ring bells like hector salamanca"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about the mercenary",
    "response": "[INTRO]\nit go\nnature give precision to all of my decisions\ni don’t play games, i only play my position\naint no slippin\n\n[VERSE 1]\nwhen you on survivor nothings minor every breath is major\nyou gonna have to get your savior steppin to the steppin razor\nextra help and echinacea wishin you good health and paper though…\nin the shit that made us, we rebelled in anger\nits the desperation derby\nhit you like a set of burpees paper routes would lead us premature to steps of heaven early\nfayettenam a pressure furnace numbed us to the stress of burning\ncuz I come from that i stay forever thirsty\nleft the shores of africa to hunt the head of circe\ncame back with medicine to heal the shit i let disturb me\npaid my dues so when I spat the facts then elders heard me\naint no slippin\nand the deserts wicked as the devils mercy\nhead on swivel thru the poverty, disease, addiction\non a mission to abolish these police they trippin\nkept my body like a temple with symbolic scriptures\naint no slippin\nif you wanna level up and leave the kitchen\n\n[CHORUS]\nit go\nnature give precision to all of my decisions\ni don’t play games, i only play my position\naint no slippin\n\n[VERSE 2]\nyo the food supply is tainted and its locusts in the fields of wheat\ncoyotes in the street fled the hills they feel the heat\nluna full in gemini the children woke but still asleep\nbilly goats a million sheep\nI walk in love with gilded feet\nthey want us on they cameras livin life so they can build a case\nandroids in yo pocket trackin clicks so they can map ya face\nthe mic is on without you askin careful what the fuck you say\nbaby boy be stealthy with the moves you make\nmy alchemy distilled the peak, stretched it a billion feet\nin any given direction my message was built reach\nif it aint on mission keep it smooth and just observe the light\naint no slippin\nmuthafucka you heard us right"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about police surveillance",
    "response": "[VERSE 1] they said they saw a criminal before he saw a judge\nhe just saw a flash of light when they dislodged a slug\nthey need salty blood to season all the mud\nthey gonna shovel on his grave his name is all but done\nhere’s the story of a city where we all from\nwhere they make you think they hiding diamonds in a ball of gum\nit dont matter bout the heights of the buildings that you like\nwhen they call it they gon be inside the tallest one\ncuz they gotta see you\n\n[HOOK]\nbe still\npretty soon its gon all be revealed\nyou gon have to make it known how you feel\ntwelve got eyes in the hill its sorta like a see through feel\nbe still\npretty soon its gon all be revealed\nyou gon have to make it known how you feel\ntwelve got eyes in the hill its sorta like a see through feel\n\n[VERSE 2]\nswimmin thru these streets like a hammerhead\nmy body just meat to keep the camera fed\nwhat I do and say keep the feds hand fed\ngettin ads on my phone for what my man just said,\nbattle for yo soul and to the winner goes the spoils\nthey movin like a snake we at the center of the coil\nthey put that eye on high so every winter I can boil\nits beef as far as london that blisters when it broils\nit aint yo phone or the apps they get you on its like they put a signature on every seed thats in the soil\nbuckin at the nation state fuck em they gon hunt us anyway and only subjugate us if we loyal\noh boy\nfeelin small but still involved my teachers taught it to me\ni hear em call while steerin off they get to talkin to me\nsmellin cigarettes but ain nobody light no bogey\nI think my uncle in the passenger beside me homie\nI felt the need to apologize for how im movin\nhe said keep on doin what you doin if you fightin for me\ntrue..id rather die a fighter than live a compliant bitch\nlive by a certain code its hard to find a niche\ngive what you learn to folks in harsh environments\nthen what you searchin for will start to find a fit\nand it feel like a magnetic field…that baffle astrologers and scientists\n\n[HOOK]\nbe still\npretty soon its gon all be revealed\nyou gon have to make it known how you feel\ntwelve got eyes in the hill its sorta like a see through feel"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about the ayurvedic",
    "response": "[INTRO]\ngrace, gratitude, love\nhealing\nextending it across all generations and timelines\n\n[VERSE]\nnow, look what’s flyin out the kitchen - now you in assisted livin talkin bout the gift of givin\nits dementia flow is like a water pipe in flint,\nwhen the mortar strikes the brick its hypnotizin\nim the fire on the petro spliff where the writin on the wall look like petroglyphs\ngod bless the mileage moms put behind us\nfleeing from the violence you prolly know what the vibe is\nif i met a doper nga gotta reacquaint us\nbut aint nobody leavin til you free the natives\nalpha castaway lost in a sea of betas \nyou talk in coded language they see ya data\nthey body baggin our gladiators so young\nthey got yo anger tamed, you gotta spray witcho thumbs\nwater bearing sun but my moon virgo\nso I study then I’ll move when the mood fertile\n\n\n[VERSE 3]\nI go to sleep depleted with my databanks deleted in a alligators breeding nest\nsince I been on my dragon shit and tamed the inner beast the queen agrees I have to feed em less\nso I dream of serpent magic in afghani poppy fields wake up and I feel refresh\nanother day of gilgamesh hopin he can liberate hisself and heal his flesh\nyeh…the horde needs steak\ntrain hands on hooks of frozen horse meat flanks\nraindance on plant bush medicine for the ranks\nwe about to eat before that we give thanks\ncuz shiva leavin bodies on the banks of the ganges\nif I go collateral im hatchin open plan b\ndont tempt fate and walk quiet\nthen pray for the wounded when you finish your assignments"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about the upside down",
    "response": "[VERSE 1]\nwhy do I feel like shit\nthis is the seratonin dip after that malibu trip\na night of passin thru cliffs, recalibratin my shit\nlickin wound by the skeleton moon on the coast and off of the grid\nup by the chumash nem\naho ase\nlife keep movin when the movie pause\nand I always show up the duty calls\ndown to resolve how beauty falls\n(and the end of things) the doom we scroll\n(pull the plug) mute my calls\nput my heart in my palm\nto do my job the medicine kicks in and the sand dunes fall\n\n[HOOK]\nim inside out\nim lost and found\ncuz that was then where are you now (and this is now)\nim turned around and losing ground\nim upside down, im upside down\n\n[VERSE 2]\nhow can I trust my judgement is sound or anything floating around in my head\nwhen all of my teachers mentally ill, dead\nor really just not who they said\nloved one the places you tend to be\nfinna be empty \nthe finality hit me I havent been able to get sleep\nyou havent transitioned yet wanted to rock while you hear me\nim better for havin you near me\nwhen after this year multiply into many\nand all of my life cycles end up in plenty\nand I leave the illusion of living to be a new mandala petal thats peeling\napart at whatever particular barrier separatin our oness\nwe’ll be one again then we’ll run this\none day I’ll look up to wonder about where the sun went\nyou was around to hear all the demos and punch ins\nyou might be alone in understanding im sumkid\nand knowin all that im up against\nwhen down is up again\nim sorry come again\n(comin in)"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about light puring through an open door",
    "response": "[VERSE 1]\nI can feel the weight of all we left behind us\nits heavy on occasion if im bein honest\nbut I learned a shadow cannot show up where the light is\nwhere the light is, thats where the line is\nand so i tunneled deep into my inner being\nand found the solar energy that kept me heated\ndug it up but then I couldnt find a word to fit the feelin\ncome close enough and you could see that\n\n\n[CHORUS]\nim light im light pourin thru open door\nim never goin back again\nim only here one time, only here one time\nI promise I can show you more\nand you’ll be comin back again\nim only here to shine, only here to shine one time\n\n\n[VERSE 2]\nwhats the hold up\nnever fold up if I do im doin yoga\ncreatures of the night are solar even they got sun to soak up\niridescence is the lesson\nif its in you then yoh show up…thats how we go up\nthe desert winds they conjure an electric healing\nthe moon is high but low enough for me to feel it\nI pull it down and take it every where im goin\nand thats a glow up\nim light pouring through an open door"
  },
  {
    "instruction": "Write a rap in the style of the artist SUM about Patagonia",
    "response": "[VERSE 1]\ncave of swallows in the heart of the mexican jungle\nvisualize my freedom on the edge of that jump\nheard its a lake at the bottom with a piece of the sun tho\nI wanna dive in spread eagle get me a chunk\nim tryna get to mayan temples on the coastal bluffs\nhit somethin the government say you aint supposed to puff\nopen up a portal to the past be like \"yo wasup\"\nknow im gettin closer everyday but still aint close enough \nI wannna go where the sky pure and the water fresh\ni wanna mine my own business, and my own amethyst\nthe plan’ll just metamorph accordin to what I manifest\nwe align ... where ley lines intersect, yeah\nluxury psychadelic rap - look at the map\nthe path less traveled where the dragon at\npop a stem pop a cap now we goin there\nI want that patagonia\n\n[HOOK]\nim just tryna breathe in the space I been longin for\nbeen tryna get up in this space for the longest bruh\nshe bad, real bad Appolonia\nshe could have the keys to the place if she want em bruh\nit nothin man its nothin to a manifester\nif you bless the planet, then the planet bless ya\nhere’s the keys to the safe\nplease dont waste\nman I need me a place in patagonia\nyeah\n\n[VERSE 2]\ncant be tied in one place to no posturepedic\ntryna widen my horizons like the polynesians\nfind a current then we goin where the heavens lead us\nsee they know they cant stop us if we can find them secrets\nshow me the valley of kings show me the northern lights\nthe wackiest shit gimme a potent high\nswimmin with manta rays under the ocean tide\nI know some fallen stars who’ll never see the morning light\nim puttin on for them, they gon be livin thru me\nbee pollen from siberia delivered to me\nfrom a russian scientist this shit I live it truly\nmy life is magic what yall braggin on is fuckin goofy\n\n[VERSE 3]\ncuz whats the point of life if you aint crackin codes\nthe sacred mysteries can show us to the bags of gold\ncatch me in venezuela - lookin for el dorado\nshow me the healin ceremonies that’ll clean the water\nyou aint a king if mother earth aint never fucked with you\nthe only thangs savin us she keepin tucked from you\nim at the edge of the world speakin to old gods\nstay out the way of what we up to, good luck to you"
  }
]