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Julius Winfield Erving II (born February 22, 1950), commonly known by the nickname Dr. J, is a retired American basketball player who helped launch a modern style of play that emphasizes leaping and play above the rim. Erving helped legitimize the American Basketball Association (ABA). He was the best known player in the ABA when the ABA-NBA merger joined it with the National Basketball Association (NBA) after the 1976 season.
Erving won three championships, four Most Valuable Player Awards, and three scoring titles while playing with the ABA's Virginia Squires and New York Nets, and the NBA's Philadelphia 76ers. He is the fifth-highest scorer in professional basketball history, with 30,026 points (NBA and ABA combined). He was well known for slam dunking from the free throw line in Slam Dunk Contests and was the only player to have been voted Most Valuable Player in both the ABA and the NBA.
Erving was named to the NBA's 50th Anniversary All-Time team and in 1993 was inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame. In 2004, he was inducted into the Nassau County Sports Hall of Fame. Many consider him among the most spectacular basketballers ever, and one of the best dunkers of all time. While players such as Connie Hawkins, "Jumping" Johnny Green, Elgin Baylor, and Gus Johnson were performing spectacular dunks before Erving's time, "Dr. J" is usually the one most people credit with bringing the practice into the mainstream. His signature dunk was the "slam" dunk, since incorporated into the vernacular and basic skill set of the game, in the same manner as the "cross-over" dribble and the "no look" pass.
{A.Tone Da Priest of 1Up}
Lift off, comet high this guy he fly like
Erving did I’m ABA ballin get it tri[try]
All the work he did, getting to the top isnt all that
distant
When I flip this dough like round the world in just one
instant
Lots of misinformation about progression should I
mention
My mind is cess spent so it’s hard to pay attention
Or learn from my own lessons after I say I be
forgetting
What are thoughts but a catalyst for persistant
stressing
Keep my chest and lungs working overtime to make me fly
I ain’t no feathered man no beak but keep mental
receipts for my lie
Sit back recline preroll my pine I don’t feel like
moving
Stay cruising that’s the mind state high grade pull in
Fuel in THC aid me in my daily endeavors
Got me feeling better Mary Jane relieves pain I’ll stay
right next to her
I’ll wait my turn, 360 round the circle peace offering
Mind wandering owed to the plant that we are honoring
Cannabis sativa
Get high like Julius Erving
I’m burnin no dirt in we twirling up the purp in
To the sky like Dr. J
Puffin jays getting blazed smoking many pounds of haze
(2x)
{O.S.}
The song is good and everything but where the weed at
A good feeling in my mind is what I simply lack
I need a good sensation a good vibration it’s been two
weeks
I’m losin patience, I wanna feel super duper
Between you and I kind of weep for the future
But back to the song, back to the city
As I form words that are not so pretty
Cunt, twat, I think I got Tourette’s
I’m having flash back like a Vietnam vet
Mary Jane is that you knockin at my door
Telling me to smoke well say no more
Well this weed is straight but it’s really not helping
I’m tryna out smoke Snoop and a Willie Nelson
So, mr dealer I need better quality
Cause my lungs are pissed off and they want an apology
{Sean Spellz of 1Up}
People wanna be high doing what I’m doing
That’s why I try to stay high doing what I’m doing
(Spitten) if rap was a broke bitch she’d be pressin
charges and suing
Unlike us I mean we keepin it moving
We stay cruisin stay improving with this rap
Most people ain’t coming back
Need to go back to the grind, maybe back with time
But they just kept slowing up though like seeing
traffic signs
Unless I did something too it, you need help nigga
Matter fact need wealth nigga strapped no title belt
nigga
But if they had a title id be going for it
Flowing for it, can’t touch me nah
Cause I’m just going for it, you dudes probably hoe’n
for it
Your mind state more whore or slavery
These fake fucks ain’t caked up don’t own no bakery