FMOD
FMOD is a sound effects engine for video games and applications developed by Firelight Technologies, that play and mix sound files of diverse formats on many operating systems.
Features
The FMOD sound system is typically supplied as a single C++ library which consists of the sound playback and mixing engine. However, since version 3.75, the FMOD sound system has been split into 4 technologies:
The FMOD sound system has an advanced plugin architecture that can be used to extend the support of audio formats or to develop new output types, e.g. for streaming.
Licensing
FMOD is available under multiple license schemes:
FMOD (gene)
Fibromodulin is a protein that in humans is encoded by the FMOD gene.
Fibromodulin is a 42kDa protein of a family of small interstitial leucine-rich repeat proteoglycans (SLRPs). It can have up to four N-linked keratan sulfate chains attached to the core protein within the leucine-rich region. It shares significant sequence homology with biglycan and decorin.
Function
Fibromodulin participates in the assembly of the collagen fibers of the extracellular matrix. It binds to the same site on the collagen type I molecule as lumican. It also inhibits fibrillogenesis of collagen type I and collagen type III in vitro. It regulates TGF-beta activities by sequestering TGF-beta into the extracellular matrix.
Clinical significance
There is an age-dependent decline in the synthesis of keratan sulfate chains, so non-glycated forms of fibromodulin can accumulate in tissues such as cartilage.
Fibromodulin is found in the epidermis of human skin and is expressed by skin cells (keratinocytes) in culture. Mice with the gene for fibromodulin knocked out (Fmod-/-) have very fragile skin and abnormal tail and Achilles tendons. The collagen fiber bundles in these tendons are fewer and disorganised and there is less endotenon surrounding the tendon tissue. The levels of lumican, a SLRP with one of the same collagen binding sites as fibromodulin, is increased 4 fold in the tail tendons of the Fmod-knockout mice.
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Fame
by: T.I.[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]F-ck these haters, I'd kill 'em all if I could
Ain't scared of none of y'all, so you know my aim good
Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911
Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven
Can't slow down, too much evil in my rear view
Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can't hear you
And even if you did, this'll probably be his answer
F-ck you complaining about? It ain't like you got cancer
Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse
First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga's curse
I betcha feel like the whole world hatin' on you
But what's the holdup? The whole world waitin' on you
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]You mean to tell me from runnin' my big mouth
That I could chill here in this big penthouse
All elevator'd up, black hardwood floors
Just to sit around and feel like it ain't yours
Your conscience gotcha feelin' like you done somethin' wrong
But the flatscreen say motherf-cker, we on
Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view?
See Ruth's Chris from here, what the f-ck's wrong wit' you
Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it's almost seven
Bill Gates state of mind wit' a automatic weapon
You might 'member me from puttin' on for the city
Or back when it was on two, goin' for the fitty
Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours
Just to show niggas keys open up doors
"Oh, we don't f-ck wit' Young no mo'" Why not?
The only thing I can figure, 'cause he on top
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame,)
[Verse 3: T.I.]What up, world? Long time, huh?
Hey, look
Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind
Ay, getcha bidne' right, and stay the hell up out of mind
I'm out my mind, tryin' to fix it 'fore I'm out of time
Don't worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I'm doin' fine
Another year in prison, promise this is it for me
Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin' history
No feelin' sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy
Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me
How I did it make 'em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it
And they'll take it however they can get it
Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head down
"Let's decapitate 'im, then we'll see if he can wear his crown!"
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherf-ckers envy
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame,)
I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy
(The fame,) I wake up and feel empty
Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it's empty
I'm already standin' on the edge, so don't tempt me
Fake motherfuckers envy