T4 or T-4 may refer to:

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  • SPARC T4, a microprocessor introduced by Oracle Microelectronics in 2011

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Fax

Fax (short for facsimile), sometimes called telecopying or telefax, is the telephonic transmission of scanned printed material (both text and images), normally to a telephone number connected to a printer or other output device. The original document is scanned with a fax machine (or a telecopier), which processes the contents (text or images) as a single fixed graphic image, converting it into a bitmap, and then transmitting it through the telephone system in the form of audio-frequency tones. The receiving fax machine interprets the tones and reconstructs the image, printing a paper copy. Early systems used direct conversions of image darkness to audio tone in a continuous or analog manner. Since the 1980s, most machines modulate the transmitted audio frequencies using a digital representation of the page which is compressed to quickly transmit areas which are all-white or all-black.

History

Wire transmission

Scottish inventor Alexander Bain worked on chemical mechanical fax type devices and in 1846 was able to reproduce graphic signs in laboratory experiments. He received patent 9745 on May 27, 1843 for his "Electric Printing Telegraph."Frederick Bakewell made several improvements on Bain's design and demonstrated a telefax machine. The Pantelegraph was invented by the Italian physicist Giovanni Caselli. He introduced the first commercial telefax service between Paris and Lyon in 1865, some 11 years before the invention of the telephone.

Technician fourth grade

Technician Fourth Grade (abbreviated as T/4 or TEC4) was one of three United States Army technician ranks established on January 8, 1942 during World War II. Those who held this rank were often addressed as Sergeant. Technicians possessed specialized skills that were rewarded with a higher pay grade. These skills could be directly related to combat, such as those skills possessed by a tank driver or combat engineer, or skills possessed by those in support functions such as a cooks or mechanics. Depending on his or her function, he or she might be called upon by an officer to command a group of men for a specific task. They were non-commissioned officers, as were sergeants. Initially, they shared the same insignia but on September 4, 1942, the three technician ranks were distinguished by a block "T" imprinted below the standard chevrons. Unofficial insignia using a technical specialty symbol instead of the T were used in some units.

See also

  • Technician Third Grade
  • Podcasts:

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    Activity As Phuctivity

    by: D12

    Check it out
    This is my shit fo real
    Its gunna be off tha hook
    Peep this out
    The Kon Artist nigga
    The Kon Artist born liar
    Lie to your pops and moms
    Tell em Im a good kid
    Catholic raised
    Knowin i went to public school
    And sweared and got blazed
    Even weed when i got a whole two
    And that bitch I did do it
    Steal cars Ive been through it
    Done that
    Played buddy buddy and rob ya like nigga run that
    Bum cat, and bone hood rats till they bleed on my floor mat
    Nasty nigga, make ya beleive that im a classy nigga
    But im far from that average joe that you know
    Use people for sheilds at shoot outs
    That i started, cold hearted
    Runnin reckless peep out your shorty till my neck twistin
    Infectionist, poisonus bug we all ruff
    Showed your daddy love or slugs
    Could have tortured him, told me that he didnt wanna die
    We still forced him
    Fuckin peeps has his bat, when we brawled they fled
    Now we layin dead with his chicked head like Dirty Fihed
    Come battle us with your heat and stabbed, nabbed and gagged
    Jabbed and dragged and thrown inside of a bag
    Your fans been had, bamboozle, run em up
    But you loosing credibility the miniute _ and up
    So fuck that stank bitch with the saggy ass titties
    Fuck all the niggas that dont represent our city
    Fuck JLB they dont play none of my shit
    Fuck all them niggas that be suckin our dicks
    Sicker the tuburculosis
    Pack a cannon with a focus
    Thats killin all the players and the coaches
    Embarrass you in front of company like dirty roaches
    Approach this and get served the situation, hopeless
    Wrote this, jot it down cuz Kuniva wrote this
    The wild animal rhyme colprut
    Ferocious, closest
    Nigga walkin behind you with a dosage
    Of teffifyin tales that be stompin small soldiers
    The grim reaper dipped in all black like folgers
    Packing four heaters and carrying five holsters
    Suppose if i was to let you put up all your posters
    Let everybody think you was the dopest
    I'd rather strike you quicker then the cobra
    Box you up and sold ya
    Take you underwater and hold you until its over
    I told you once you dumb _ with a blunt
    That be pullin off the dope fiends selllin tha _
    Get your ass kicked quicker then punts
    Im sick of you punks
    Cock it back now Im upset
    Yo' niggas next
    Im blowing smoke outta ya chest when it connect
    Creepin like insects and ridin with ten techs
    Ahh fuck any D.J that dont play Bizarre's shit
    Fuck your sister I dont like her she dont suck dick
    Fuck that nigga that talk shit to my crew
    Fuck all yall niggas who say I dont like you
    Im a brand named guy
    Who loves to stay high
    Got a ten inch dick and the gun the same size
    A bitch named bitch
    Whos thick with grey eyes
    Who loves to suck dick and get hit by eight guys
    Its Bugz bitch, you the fuck you thunk it was?
    Gettin drunk with drunken thug
    Too fucken numb to feel the buzz
    Yall niggas know the image
    No gimmicks, No timids, no manners, and no limits
    This time, bitch, Im goin all out
    Whippin the four out
    Like get the dough out
    Im miss crime, sick individual
    Ask my peers in middle school
    If you walk my way home gettin robbed is like a ritual
    Lyrical giant, tyrant who lies _
    Just to get you to do what I want
    And bitch you will
    Sit you still, tie you up
    Begin to ill
    And destroy you face, Im with some shit that u can feel
    Fuck all yall niggas who say dirty dozen's dead
    Fuckin your new wife in your brand new bed
    Fuck your chicken head she suck dick anyway
    Fuck anybody who say crime dont pay
    Heard enough garbage to make a glad bust
    Add just my magnum beef I had enuff
    Snuff the sweetest mc in this camp tribe rivulry
    To be as live as me keep em quiet like a library
    My rhymes are virgin tight
    And not fuck-with-able
    You find the mic suckable
    Without chicked pox, untouchable
    Peep my _ aint to be tested
    Ill test the globe and rip through your domestic
    Majestic warrior to rap to win
    Knock the _, and slap the chin of the aggresor
    Thinkin that they fresher
    Wanted conquest holdin down the one sided contest
    That explosive rappin nigga
    The fans wear a bomb vest
    Style be a eliquit
    A fellow pimp to mant with clips
    Fuck _ kicks and being skinny with zits
    Im the shhhhh, _
    Like cane in a crack pot
    I thinks its best you act right
    Ill confirm your death, left the morgue _
    D-12 is blowin up like the fourth _
    I whisper far well to my granny
    Till I push her down the stairwell
    And im sendin her care mail
    Like get well you old hag
    Ill bring the pain like a blow fag
    Staplin one his gonads to his sock
    Doin jumping jacks
    Once we put you down bitch their aint no comin back
    Remember that
    Its the big guy, quick to get on you
    Battle? I'll be glad to shit on you
    Come against my crew and see who gets destroyed
    Fuck I'll let you bring bats and brawl some of my boyz
    Shady ass niggas wether drunk or sober
    Bizarre that was demo tape you just recorded over
    I dont give a dam bitch Im just to ill
    Gimme ten pills y'all run across the Lambo Field
    Like bitches _ , _ _, think of the illest line know
    And I bet you i already said it
    Just forget it, cuz you niggas pathetic
    Pop shit, yall niggas go and get it
    Beat your ass hang ya with this fuckin mic cord
    Fuck the sword, I quote my raps in billboard
    Suck my dick while I laugh like its funny
    And drive off while she yell
    "Where's my money"
    Fuck any body who beef with d-12
    Fuck all yall momma their pussy's smell
    Fuck anybody that wanna bring tha beef
    Fuck all yall hoes that say my feet stick
    Fuck them niggas that dont give us radio play
    Fuck takin a bath i dont wash anyways
    Fuck anybody tryin to be on our team
    Fuck all yall niggas with them weak ass dream
    Fuck all them niggas watchin videos to be rappers that their not cuz they cant rock the fucken spot
    Fuck all yall niggas with them dirty ass shoes come in the club like your dope and your singing the blues
    Fuck anybody tryin to kiss our ass
    Fuck all yall niggas who wont cut my grass
    Fuck all them niggas who aint getitn no money
    Fuck all yo' hoes who wont let me stick their honey
    Fuck all the girls who aint givin up the sex
    Fuck all you niggas and im askin whos next
    Fuck anybody wanna battle my crew
    Fuck, Fuck you, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck you
    Fuck anybody wanna get down with _
    Fuck all yall niggas sayin you cant feel my mommy
    Fuck you mommy
    Fuck your daddy
    Fuck your gramma
    Fuck his caddy
    Fuck your people
    Fuck everybody
    Fuck his girlfriend
    Fuck John Gotti
    Fuck the Mafia
    Fuck _
    Fuck New York
    Fuck Detriot
    Fuck New Jersy




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