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Hal Brown

Hector Harold Brown (December 11, 1924 – December 17, 2015) was an American professional baseball player and right-handed pitcher. He played in Major League Baseball from 1951 through 1964 for the Chicago White Sox, Boston Red Sox, Baltimore Orioles, New York Yankees and Houston Colt .45s. Brown was a knuckleballer with outstanding control who worked as both a starting pitcher and as a relief pitcher. He played for all or portions of eight seasons (1955–1962) with the Orioles, posting a 62–48 won–lost record, and was inducted into the Baltimore Orioles Hall of Fame in 1991. He was a veteran of the United States Army Air Forces who served in the European theatre of World War II. more »

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Ready set
Green on deck
Spark it up and leave the microphone a bloody mess
Stressed trying to come up on a check
For doing what I want no less
Got caught slipping so I gave up trapping
Did the nine to five but
Y'all know that shit wack
And I been making beats
Only natural I rap
Supernatural in fact
Cold snap when I rap
I attack with my words or my hands
Never had a strap
Never had a reason to
Mama and Papa made sure of that
Never front
Only thing I shoot is shit with the bros
I just wanna post maybe pack a few bowls
While I'm stacking up the bills with my loco flow
Leaving trails of smoke like a locomotive
Weed money lsd music my motives
Pop up in the game like hocus pocus
Short notice
Focused
Blaze up the crop like a swarm of locusts
Bet on that
I'm Set on that
When you peep you might catch a contact
Let it soak up in ya system
Listen
It might just get you addicted
Haters afflicted
Bet on that
I'm Set on that
When you peep you might catch a contact
Let it soak up in ya system
Listen
It might just get you addicted
Haters afflicted
When the smoke clears and
I can see the sky again
Stare into the eyes on the chopped off heads
Of a dead leviathan
Adjust the diaphragm
Check the diagram
Metal villain influencing my rhymes again
So I bring it back on the track
That I cooked
Like its hard in the pot from the trap
Got 'em hooked
So they all want a fix of that grade A shit
Got to give it to 'em
Good lookin'
Putting in work
Pudding is the proof that I go berserk
When I hit the mic yo its like clockwork
Got a lot of quirks but I got more perks
Social awareness isn't a crutch
I'm just in the know that this system is fucked
So I rhyme in attempts to express
Cause my thoughts run amuck
Make flame till they call in fire trucks
And if they don't see might just be out of luck
Out of luck
Bet on that
I'm Set on that
When you peep you might catch a contact
Let it soak up in ya system
Listen
It might just get you addicted
Haters afflicted
Bet on that
I'm Set on that
When you peep you might catch a contact
Let it soak up in ya system
Listen
It might just get you addicted
Haters afflicted
Bet on that
I'm Set on that
When you peep you might catch a contact
Let it soak up in ya system
Listen
It might just get you addicted
Haters afflicted
Bet on that
I'm set on that
Bet on that
I'm set on that
Bet on that
I'm set on that
Bet on that
I'm set on that

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