900 (nine hundred) is the natural number following 899 and preceding 901. It is the square of 30 and the sum of Euler's totient function for the first 54 integers. In base 10 it is a Harshad number.
Nine hundred is also:
901 = 17 × 53
902 = 2 × 11 × 41, sphenic number, nontotient, Harshad number
903 = 3 × 7 × 43, sphenic number, triangular number, Mertens function(903) returns 0
904 = 23 × 113 or 113x8, Mertens function(904) returns 0
905 = 5 × 181, sum of seven consecutive primes (109 + 113 + 127 + 131 + 137 + 139 + 149)
906 = 2 × 3 × 151, sphenic number, Mertens function(906) returns 0
907 prime number
908 = 22 × 227, nontotient
909 = 32 × 101
910 = 2 × 5 × 7 × 13, Mertens function(910) returns 0, Harshad number
911 has its own page
912 = 24 × 3 × 19, sum of four consecutive primes (223 + 227 + 229 + 233), sum of ten consecutive primes (67 + 73 + 79 + 83 + 89 + 97 + 101 + 103 + 107 + 109), Harshad number. In the Stonecutters episode of The Simpsons, Lenny told Homer the real emergency number is 912.
Premium-rate telephone numbers are telephone numbers for telephone calls during which certain services are provided, and for which prices higher than normal are charged. Unlike a normal call, part of the call charge is paid to the service provider, thus enabling businesses to be funded via the calls. While the billing is different, calls are usually routed the same way they are for a toll-free telephone number, being anywhere despite the area code used. These telephone numbers are usually allocated from a national telephone numbering plan in such a way that they are easily distinguished from other numbers. Telephone companies typically offer blocking services to allow telephone customers to prevent access to these number ranges from their telephones. In some jurisdictions, telephone companies are required by law to offer such blocking.
Adult chat lines (phone sex) and tech support are a very common use of premium-rate numbers. Other services include directory enquiries, weather forecasts, competitions and voting (especially relating to television shows). Diplomatic services, such as the US embassy in London or the UK Embassy in Washington, have also charged premium rates for calls from the general public.
James Roberts (born February 12, 1963, in Hollis, Queens, New York), better known as Ed Lover, is an African-American rapper, actor, musician, radio personality, and former MTV VJ.
Before reaching fame on MTV, Ed Lover was part of an eccentric and deliberately enigmatic hip hop collective called No Face primarily with fellow members Kevon Shah and Mark "Mark Sexx" Skeete who served as the main producer. No Face first debuted in 1989 on Island Records' Club music imprint Great Jones with its only known recording for the label, "Hump Music"—an underground sexually explicit parody of The Jungle Brothers' 1988 hip-house classic "I'll House You." No Face would continue recording for another five years, but it only released one album in 1990, Wake Your Daughter Up on its own No Face label, which was operated as an imprint of the Rush Associated Labels division of Def Jam Recordings.
Though Ed Lover was clearly recognizable throughout parts of the album, his name was not credited on the album and he was not featured on any album or single covers during this period—thus rendering Ed Lover the No Face part of the group. Its main logo featured two heads with the word "face" written in graffiti-style' at the bottom of the right face, while the official label logo featured three heads with the word "face" in a more legible font.
Lakim Shabazz is a former hip-hop emcee who was one of the founding members of the original version of the Flavor Unit crew. His birth name is Larry Welsh. His stage name refers to the so-called Lost Tribe of Shabazz, which is based on the teachings of Wallace Fard Muhammad. His two albums, recorded for Aaron Fuchs's Tuff City Records, featured production by DJ Mark the 45 King, and his militant lyrics were predominantly about his love of the Nation of Islam and his dedication to the Nation of Gods and Earths, the latter of which he was a member. After his second album ran its course, he worked with Diamond D briefly and disappeared. He is currently living in New Jersey and makes occasional appearances at Five-Percenter Show and Prove events.
Wally George, born George Walter Pearch (December 4, 1931 – October 5, 2003), was an American conservative radio and television commentator. Calling himself the "Father of Combat TV" he gained national fame hosting the television talk show Hot Seat, which began in 1983 as a local show produced for KDOC, a UHF TV station in Anaheim, Orange County, California.
Born George Walter Pearch in Oakland, California, his father Walter Pearch worked in the marine shipping industry. His mother Eugenia Clinchard had been a vaudeville performer and child movie actress in Essanay Studios westerns starring Broncho Billy Anderson. George grew up in San Mateo and was in high school when his parents divorced, after which his mother moved to the Hollywood Hills in Los Angeles.
At age 14 George was a disk-jockey at AM radio station KIEV in Glendale, California, followed by work at other radio stations in the state. In 1965 he was credited with writing an episode of the long-running television series Bonanza. In 1969 he launched The Wally George Show on FM radio station KTYM in Inglewood, California. Three years later he became producer and co-host of The Sam Yorty Show on Los Angeles television station KCOP with his political mentor Sam Yorty, who had been mayor of Los Angeles. By 1979 George had his own talk show at KCOP. This show later moved to KDOC in Anaheim where he launched Hot Seat in 1983. At this time KDOC had been on the air for a year and one of its early investors was singer Pat Boone.
I got a number in my pocket
Keep it in my wallet, right on my hip
When my paycheck's steady, I'm damn good and ready
I toll it up to my lip, and I go to the moon
I got my foot down on the throttle
Hands around the bottle, I think my speakers are blown
No rubber on my tire, I'm a gettin' higher
Higher than I've ever Known
And I ain't coming down
I can't remember the last time I touched the ground
You look at me like I'm gonna let you down
Hey, every time I come around
You got your finger on my button
Actin like it's nothing, bitchin' from your golden throne
You ain't no anybody, actin' high and mighty
Waitin' for me to explode, fire in the hole
Look out, down below, here I go
You're wasting time, why bother even coming 'round
add the bass ya'll....
add the trumpet ya'll...
well im five on a good day six, i got plenty of thing
need to fix a bigger chest with dimples in my face with
those i could be pushing seven to eight guitar in hand
add a point to my score no car slide me down to a four
six feet with a pair of blue eyes brings me back up to
five
chorus:
greater than less than equal too
youre making this way to mathematical the value of
personality seems to be dead. all walking around with
numbered halo's on our heads
well...
three's want four's and four's want five's eight's
think nine's have much better lives and its a
reasonable question to ask i guess its all worth doing
the math and i cant and lie to you and say this is
something i dont do but im a nother number crunching
fool whos calculators way overused
chorus:
greater than less than equal too
were making this way to mathematical the value of
personality seems to be dead. all walking around with
numbered halo's on our heads
and im thinking
just one time i wish i could have a nine she'd be hot
and she'd be mine just one time
but for every nine theres a two staring back at you
wish you would do what you wanted the nine too aye ayee
(ohhh noooo)90% of the mental judicial system is based
soley on superficial intuition to me that seems a bit
stange Only talk to people who we think we might be
kissn' that's a lot of ideas to be dismissing WE leave
it to humans to choose the criteria we can't change
doesn't make sence no doesn't make sense doesn't make
sense For the numbers to be where we are
concentrating In my minor sense i condesense in my
minor sense asymetrical interactions simply evaporating
simply evaporating
i'm a five on a good day six got plenty of things need
to fix i need a formua or some sort of plan to focus
I can't see nothin'
but a sphere
and the children are all
filled with straw.
filled with chaff.
(i'm flow? er? ing with the grains)
i fear
a dagger you
struck me
coming slightly.
whispers
i lapped milk from her
the inside of her elbows
like a cat
softly struck me.
i go out staggering, after midnight
just hopin'
the dark wind whispers down dark hallways
to me
to me I fear
well, that's just my way
of sayin'
daggers.
the salt from the inside of her wrists
weeping beams
hold up the moonlight
out in the moonlight keep me staggerin'
hold me up
sdaggerin' across a long black nothing.
i fear a sphere
dagger
I can't see nothin'
but a sphere
and the children are all
filled with straw.
filled with chaff.
(i'm flow
er
ing with the grains)
i fear
a dagger you
struck me
coming slightly.
whispers
i lapped milk from her
the inside of her elbows
like a cat
softly struck me.
i go out staggering, after midnight
just hopin'
the dark wind whispers down dark hallways
to me
to me I fear
well, that's just my way
of sayin'
daggers.
the salt from the inside of her wrists
weeping beams
hold up the moonlight
out in the moonlight keep me staggerin'
hold me up
sdaggerin' across a long black nothing.
i fear a sphere
dagger
Come new year's day's morning
Now what did you promise this time?
Can you remember
What accidentally slipped your mind?
No more degrading
Or humiliating stunts?
What were you saying
Before you pulled down your pants
You're so much more
Than a number on a mensroom wall
So much more
Than a scratch on a bedpost
You're so much more
Than a hole guys get off on
You could be anything at all
I am entitled
To speak my mind about what you do
I'm not patronizing,
I am merely endorsing:
Do what you want to
Not what others expect from you
You are a person
And should demand some respect
You're so much more
Than a number on a mensroom wall
So much more
Than a scratch on a bedpost
You're so much more
Than a hole guys get off on
You could be anything at all
You're so much more
Than a number on a mensroom wall
So much more
Than a scratch on a bedpost
You're so much more
Than a hole guys get off on
You could be anything at all
You're so much more
Than a number on a mensroom
You're so much more
Than a number on a mensroom
You're so much more
Than a number on a mensroom
You're so much more
receive your number enter the machine run through the
program do you really matter? a member of a class ignored
like all the rest schoolbook propaganda jammed inside
your head apathetic system who cares if you can't read?
you're just another fucking number pushed through the
machine open a book become a statistic graduate an