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Bill Hannon (August 29, 1932) was an American college basketball player for Army from 1951 to 1954.
Hannon played basketball at West Point during his sophomore, junior, and senior years. In his sophomore year of 1951-52, he set an Army record with 277 points, beating Dale Hall's mark of 273. Hannon also led the nation in rebounding with 20.9 per game.
In his senior year, Hannon scored 44 points in a game against New Mexico, which set a school record. He also pulled down 27 rebounds against Pittsburgh on February 22, 1954; this is still a school record.
Overall, Hannon led Army in scoring and rebounding each of his three years. He finished his college career with 1,155 points and 1,101 rebounds, and both totals were school records at that time. His 19.0 career rebounding average in 58 games is still the highest in Army history.
Walter Maynard Ferguson (May 4, 1928 – August 23, 2006) was a Canadian jazz musician and bandleader. He came to prominence playing in Stan Kenton's orchestra, before forming his own band in 1957. He was noted for being able to play accurately in a remarkably high register, and for his bands, which served as stepping stones for up-and-coming talent.
Ferguson was born in Verdun, Quebec (now part of Montreal). Encouraged by his mother and father (both musicians), Maynard was playing piano and violin by the age of four. Newsreel footage exists of Ferguson as a child prodigy violinist. At nine years old, he heard a cornet for the first time in his local church and asked his parents to purchase one for him. At age thirteen, Ferguson first soloed as a child prodigy with the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation Orchestra and was heard frequently on the CBC, notably featured on a "Serenade for Trumpet in Jazz" written for him by Morris Davis. Ferguson won a scholarship to the Conservatoire de musique du Québec à Montréal where he studied from 1943 through 1948 with Bernard Baker.
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel" (2x)
[nine]
I'm pullin up on the scene in my limousine
Pocket full of green, voice full of mean
Rhymes out the ass plus I'm fast at freestyle
Get a lil wild and profile my ill style
Numba won contender that's me, n-i-n-e
Nine I'm prime-time, paid and livin lovely
Messin heads up who thought I was wack or just a-ight
Nahhhh, I'm one of the best to ever touch a mic
Soon to be shown, soon to be proved
By the album take it home put the needle to the groove
See what I'm sayin - mad originality
Recognize give props and shape the ground til it'll fit me
You won't be around another second
When I'm wreckin deadly mic-checkin armageddeon off I'm lettin
I wet you like microwave pizza in the blender
It's written on my face, numba won contender
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
[nine]
Eardrums pop when the voice drops
Deep like the bottom of the pit lyrics I spit like a grit
Shit, I couldn't stop if I wanted to I'm warnin you
I'm dispatchin, I get a little warmer than you
Grey skies are callin you, I'm all in you
Up in that ass like a homo, check the promo
Now that's flippin the script, whatchu flippin?
On the 4-oh-z I'm sippin, no time for trippin
There's money to be made in this trade
Gotta blow up like jack jack jack +jack of spades+
No question, I'm just like nas with smith and wesson
Except you comin out your skin when I say start undressin
Give me e'rything, from cash to ring to razor blade
That you had up in sing-sing
All in all I'm rushin like alabama
So nigga peel like a banana
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
[nine]
Deeper than I was last time
I get deeper everytime I rhyme
Deeper, deeper, jeepers, creepers
Where'd you get them eyes?
Suprise, I'm wise to the game
Fame don't pay bills, skills pay bills
You still wanna test me, try to molest me
Numba won contender, soon to be the best b
Can't +arrest+ me, not the +development+ of _tennessee_
Mad drunk off the hennessey, remember me
(what more can I want? )and when it comes to rhymes and guns
(got em all) it's real like that, pop goes the gat
Pockets mad fat, hoes in the back
Jim hats in the pockets, gun in the waistband
Now who's the man nigga, now who's the man? !
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
[nine]
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Al blount makin niggaz peel
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Fed productions makin niggaz peel
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You know the nine is makin niggaz peel
You know the nine is makin niggaz peel