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Throwball is a non-contact ball sport played across a net between two teams of seven players on a rectangular court. Throwball is popular in Asia, especially on the Indian subcontinent, and was first played in India as a women's sport in Chennai during the 1940s. Like volleyball, the game's roots are closely linked with the YMCA. Both volleyball and newcomb ball, while older games, share many similarities with throwball. Throwball rules were first drafted in 1955 and India's first national level championship was played in 1980.
According to the Throwball Federation of India, throwball is thought to have been drawn from a recreational sport popular among women in England and Australia during the 1930s.[citation needed] The YMCA brought the game to Chennai, where it was played as a women's sport in the 1940s.[citation needed] Harry Crowe Buck, who had founded the YMCA College of Physical Education in Chennai, drafted guidelines for throwball rules and regulations in 1955. The game reached Bangalore in the 1950s.
Immortal technique
The Rebel
The Mic planet Sessions
Written by: Kyle K
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Yea, yea, immortal technique (you know)...Harlem to South Africa
(this is how it goes) for the head warmers, y'know wut I mean.this is
for my peoples.insomniac I can't sleep (it's real son) Mic Check. ayo,
ayo (yea)
Im a rebel that'll fire missles at red dawn
but before I issue the order to send bombs,
I want presidential money like execs at n'ron
and goldiggin porn chicks for me to spend on
But Im'a only pay for 1 night stay at the Ritz
I wont even get you a towel when I spray on your tits,
Im not a misogynist I just like it when gurls are
massagin this so pop shit
And Im'a smoke you and your bitch momz
Im ambidextrist the microphone cause switch palms
Immortal Technique phsychotic nigga to spit calm
misinterpreted by the media like Islaam
I love the underground but not enuough chicks in a thong
what the f**k how could beautiful women be wrong?
Tech load clips like they were hits from the bong
that was supposed to be the end of the song
but its not the freestyle got me stuck in the zone
I cant stop brainwashed commercial hip-hop the government plot
But Im'a shoot down the propaganda stuck in your brain
like the military did to the fourth terrorist plain
that was ill but shut the f**k up and let me explain
what good is fame and flossan
when you stuck in a coffin?
and who the f**k you gonna run to when i make you an orphan?
Im metamorphisizin into somethin you thought that i could never be
ghetto engineered sickness without a remedy
my heart pumps nitro-glyceran and hennessey twisted chemistry
Cry blood and i bleed venom
never subliminal clear with the message im sending
bending the space-time continuum
Just to get to you
and blast you so hard itll kill the person next to you
So in retrospect remember and dont f**kin forget
yall are walkin dead people yall just dont know it yet!
Yea... yea nigga.its on... you know wut time it is.
im out... harlem nigga... this is for all the devils.