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1. |
8 Shades
02:55
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Enter the Armpit of the Dragon....
Space cakes on deck..
You aint got the right kind of funk...
I got my peace pipe packed
It bees like that
Winter or the summer
The fingertip number
I keep it on the humble but you know I'm on the comeup
When the price switch numbers
Foes get done up
You knew shorty bell but you were ringin it wrong
She fucked around and got ya iPad singin my song
I think its getting on ya nerves that I smile so much...
And hang with city slickers actin wild as fuck
Childish thugs ya buggin till my team go flip
Ya might just never return from ya ego trip
B so sick
And I aint even looking for a cure
Put the album in the baggie like I cooked it with the pure
Awwww
Thats the riggy raw for sure
Hardcore got these whores busting out the speaker nylon
I paint without a krylon
The one ya keep ya eye on
Before the sunrise
i get my shine on
100 percent
Real as what I invent
No second takes or hesitation expecting a break
I probly need medication
The only thing thats stable in my life is medication
Bless ya station
Hijack ya satellite for a night
Get it right
Im flying flammable kites and explosive devices
The flow is dry ice
Take ya peoples advice
I run through crews like an avenue of all green lights
Peep it
Prestigious from the dome to the toes
And leave em froze like Malcolm X put the chrome to they nose
Run in ya home, put a dent in ya throne
Stick my finger in ya dinner,spit in ya sink and pick up ya phone
Bogard stages
Unlisted in the yellow pages
These other fellas coming sweeter than vanilla wafers
How you living?
Still whizzing in incinerators?
You been a hater, Im an innovator.
You can call it swag rap, I call it crapola.
I keep y'all names filed in the black folder.
When the revolution hits better run for the hills.
Long ass list of folks we might kill.
As sure as black thongs get stained, evacuate my lane.
When I board, theres a bomb on the plane.
Im a-tomic
mad chronic in the i-v drip.
See my hemp supersonic on some Sean Kemp shit.
No redemption
Envisionin ya road to perdition involving ya neck twistin,
its a mic checksorsism
Linda Blair wasn't prepared and neither are you
You aint sick when my fever is a hundred and two
You can catch me in the lab I leave my lung in the booth
Keep ya tongue in ya cheek 'fore I ruffle ya goose
Old school crackheads with beepers don't get mic time.
Strictly speed knots to the dome.
Nighty night time.
Starvin B rck for the millionth and ninety ninth time
Deadin ya on ya narcotics
No lifeline
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2. |
6 Million Ways
02:24
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Fuck it
Kill em from the beginnin of the break
The zookeeper specializin in dealin with the apes
Run the city like diddy
You can take that take that
Lines go longer than the ones outside of shake shack
lace that
My latest decapitatin haters
now they laid up recitin what im sayin verbatim
The unseen force
My unclean thoughts
Cross queens like the e line
u bums seem lost
Tryna dismount whores for the discount cost
A cpl dollars off,
now you burnin like the holocaust.
Too busy for your horseshit, Im just trine scorch shit
like towns peoples torches on Frankensteins porch.
Heartbeat frosted, the kid already lost it, see everybody talk shit regardless what the costs.
The money keep dripping like a faucet, the force is
Strong when you dealing with the bosses
Aww shit
6 million ways to die
I know 2
The truth in the booth
You choke till you turn blue
Skydiving out my mind in a tattered parachute
Never hit the ground til now
Thats the truth (x2)
Days filled with struggle
Nights invite the hustle
Every line I recite is like a piece of the puzzle
Here to put it together Make a kingdom out of rubble
Reflex is correct and the memory in my muscles
Move forward.
I know that I owe it to all the youngins.
The future is not a dungeon, its a canvas for the up and coming.
Guitars strummin, drums thumpin in my cerebellum.
Stop frontin, you got something you wanna tell em.
You alive and you striving, your eyes are wide awake.
Your sense of pride and desire ride for the highest stakes.
The time it takes to create the greatest of legacies started within ya heart as a spark of positive energy.
Enemies can't stop it, corporations can't profit.
Maintain the popular topic of hood gossip.
Im good skills,good dills,good money, so gutter, they said only my mother could love me. ha
6 million ways to die
I know 2
The truth in the booth
You choke till you turn blue
Skydiving out my mind in a tattered parachute
Never hit the ground til now
Thats the truth (x2)
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3. |
Who Am I
02:51
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i know what i am but who are you
you shoulda took ya last two cents and bought a clue
i know who you are but what am i?
you disagree with mine you could suck a dick and die
(2x)
Kill shit every time
Knock ya server off line
My punchline scramble ya spine get disaligned
Is split ya whole ave in half
Its civil war
I be pimpin these lyrics on you washed up whores
Don't get caught slipping you will wash up shore
Simple, you couldn't pop a pimple with clogged up pores
No blogs, just raw, uncut
Wheres ya dollars?
You make about the same as slaves in Guatemala
I take em to a place where the fakers can't say not a dam thing
When they step in the ring they get Jake Lamottad
its Starving B aint no it aint hard to see my discography is like a pharmacy, better yet
A treasure chest.
Im just giving em whatever left.
Whoevers listening gets left with foreheads glistening.
We the good guys, y'all the trine-be-hard kids
Now the crazy half of Woodside is all in ya Moms fridge
White sheets with the drapes
Yo One Take
Don't need an mpc to make beats on ya face
ya man be like "Yo god dam thats a bang"
Givin orphans the botched abortion with no hanger
i know what i am but who are you
you shoulda took ya last two cents and bought a clue
i know who you are but what am i?
you disagree with mine you could suck a dick and die
(2x)
100 percent instinct
im all intuition
bout to make you choose a different primary care physician
give a fuck if you listen
give two shits if you buy it
why they make me kill like they addicted to dyin?
im addicted to livin tryna retire the sin
only thing thats left to give em is the fire within
so make a mad dash for ya gas mask i get the last laugh
and break the internet put ya ass in a trash bag
hashtag starv aint doin that bad
dag i thought ya lady was a mop on top of a washrag
my bad
just chill aint shit but a little spill
nothin that the doc cant fix with a lil pill
wide array of skills consist of shit that u would never do
incredible that shit u kick is cheese doodle residue
needles gettin pressed cant get u higher than this
reality can get to driftin with ur desire to live
they aint comin harder than starvin been
son will push ya wig back like a barber with parkinsons
i know what i am but who are you
you shoulda took ya last two cents and bought a clue
i know who you are but what am i?
you disagree with mine you could suck a dick and die
(2x)
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4. |
Ironworkers
03:27
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One Take is back
Starvin B is back
Lock ya fridge....
Lock ya doors...
Read the terms before you check the box
My referendum send em into epileptic shock
Forget me nots left on walls in illicit spots
My hip hop is like a swift kick to the crotch
You prom queens don't deserve a corsage
I hope you die from huffin dioxide inside a dirty garage
Call me the stories antagonist
back with a jam and its miraculous as following the stars and findin Nazareth.
Wiseman travelling land,gifts in hand.
Golden words became raindrops that hit the Sudan.
Cold blooded, no love for these sucks with no budget.
Fuck it. Ill pull ya card like the machine in front of buses.
World full of bustas and faces you can't trust.
They only respect blood, this the ish you can't fuck wit.
My boots splash mud on your material steez
Check out my aerial attack off the top of the trees.
Ironworker salary with trump ambition
Still in the kitchen trine make the transition
While the next mans greed overpowers us all
Im bout to turn up the dial and make it louder for y'all
(2x)
New york stress
Don't have the answers you got guess
Get left on the side of the road with a pocketful of meth
thats ya death yea
Kind of ashamed to admit
I love drugs more than y'all and Im more of a schizophrenic than the son of sam
You can't understand the jam
Get Involved,see
I feed the journal to my dog
This is rap poison
Drum loops we trap noise in
Collapse floors
Even if you hold ya applause
Se this is the rig raw slapping you in ya mouth
You try to plant the seed of doubt and got aborted
Look at whats important
Your will power come up short from what you snortin.
Forced in the category of lost men.
Missing posters and milk cartons whoever wanna kill Starving need to go all the way through it
Just remember how I do it, haunt memories with my music.
Empty plate hot as fondu gets the movement is bold
Theses that substance controlled
Every cut gets cold in ya frontal lobe
You can't discuss it
Too prevalent for artists not relevant
What about a hip hop listener more intelligent?
Ironworker salary with trump ambition
Still in the kitchen trine make the transition
While the next mans greed overpowers us all
Im bout to turn up the dial and make it louder for y'all
(2x)
Round of applause
From the insanity ward
If an opinion wasn't shit then it had to be yours.
If theres magic in the boards then it had to be mine.
Tryna uplift ya spirit past the gravity line
Not the modern day scholar refined by education
Superpowers designed for musical meditation
I aint here to tell the world how to live
Or argue with you clowns on what a higher power is.
Maybe now I started finding out about the shit the media would never write about like martial law hiding out
In plain sight, the injustice aint right
You understand it kinda late cuz you see with delayed sight
How you want it?
A slave to the rumbling in my stomach and watchin the numbers plummet before apocalypse cometh.
Used to hang on corners now we click online
You got the work you better hit me with the grip on time
Wassup?
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Peel the edges of time
Cassette players rewind
Men in Black wave the gadgets you blind
Erase ya mind
Listen
Thats my soul
The sound of charcoal
Lighters flicking the bowl
How much can your lungs hold?
Thats an eternity of crackling fire
You smell the personal hell that made a gangster retire
Remove the window guard to stare myself in the eye
Blood squirts like Clarence Boddicker
Here to body ya
Ribs touching like pilates in Somalia its deepPies flipping like Nadia Komineech
Every week more smoke than city dumps
Hittin chumps with 50 lumps
This the shit I know my city wants
Here Brendan says the drug mules elbow
12 step programs get stuck to the velcro
Not the ones you wanna tell no
So speak right or dangle from the streetlight like Run's shelltoes
(Foul Monday)
Let the record play a little
This that universal, multi continental
We takin it now
Present Participle
Officially real
You just artificial
Rip ya to shreds like cartel cleaners
Heartless creatures
Leaking out some car trunk speakers
No effort making haters believers
When ya clearly the truth
Get addicted like a hard drug seeker
Metaphor brawlin
Full contact heaters
Cant see me nor hear me like some compaq speakers
To the grave
Getting paid
Vacays and big businesses
Its history
Get out the way or get with us
Cause misery for industry gangstas and agendas
Leave ya face shaky like multiple codefendants
..... snap under pressure like clips on old supspenders
F to the is hushing you till ya endin
(Lil Fame)
45's and 9's we equipped with
Or we could do it old school
and stomp yo ass to a liquid
You looking for homicide homeboy I'm it
Suicide is just a way to tell god y'all quit ...
Fuck a battle rhyme
You fuckin with g's that'll leave everything from ya neck down paralyzed
Cuz Im down to ride
Who gives a fuck if you smoke k2 or coke mixed with formaldehyde
wadada day wadada da day ayyy!
You can fuck with them other mofuckas not Fame
Call me Fitzroy da mayor thats whats up right now
Gambino shit hang a nigga upside down uh
Cuz Im about fire
But you be actin like big old bitch nigga
Mrs. Doubtfire (oooo)
You aint about that
Starvin B, Foul Monday and Fame the hood gon shout that
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6. |
Selective Hearing
03:00
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Top of the morning to ya
Check the procedure
The reason why these non believers are running fevers
We smoke weed to separate indica from sativa
keep the type of cheeba that leave ya like Sharkesha
Worldwide, poisonous thorn stuck in ya side
Handkerchiefs in the ride in case you get teary eyed
Probably cry to hear em drive by blaring my shit
Built a pyramid with lyrics like solid gold bricks
Is it old school or new school I can't tell
But its crack like the material my right hand sell
Ask me why I aint famous enough to give a fuck
'Fore you shut ya radio off and listen to us
You creme puffs can't see me Im sort of like diabetes
MY fork and knife eat off cds like fine china
Sickside frontliner
Asswhoopin check signer
Don't let the thirst drive ya to 69'in with Aunt Jemima
Good people and ideas will open you up
You still can't get it
You're probably not smoking enough
Fuck sitting round in a room looking sober as fuck
Mad at myself like dam I aint smoking enough
See if the roofs on fire
Then we can get higher
Just bring me a pound a purp I never come down to Earth (2x)
Don't approach the dude with your bogus news
When I turn out the lights all the roaches move
My cigarette smoke is rude if ya nose refuse
Then get ya healthy ass out before I roast the room
Tracks soaked in gas
Liver soaked in liquor
Woman soaked in yea you already get the picture
Pick a time, pick a slot
I spit it sick enough to make a killa lick a shot
Your whole click can get the drotch
Actin like this Queens shit aint hip enough for ya hop
Bring it back from the top
with the biggest cup on the block
Lets be real, with these skills I need a refill
So maybe you should give me 3 bills for 6 e pills
Pee still dirty lifestyle unclean
Shit I aint been sober since them cross color jeans
Hennessy and weed and everything in between
You caught me out on the scene you already know what I mean
Good people and ideas will open you up
You still can't get it
You're probably not smoking enough
Fuck sitting round in a room looking sober as fuck
Mad at myself like dam I aint smoking enough
See if the roofs on fire
Then we can get higher
Just bring me a pound a purp I never come down to Earth (2x)
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7. |
Living On Edge
03:53
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Only the good die young
They should of took you instead
You need a set of eyes on the back of ya head
Starvin, livin on edge
Is it fate that I smoke ganja
Stay trommed up
Living room is a sauna
Smell it from over yonder
On another mission next year at the same time
Long distance ripping bass lines via FaceTime
You can hate mine and Ill see it as showin love
I touch nerves like the herbs in customs with rubber gloves
No need to hold a pistol just to be the most official
Flow dismiss you like you just another hoe with issues
Prone to diss you on the grind Im a folgers crystal
Best part of waking up
Is when I take my cut
Stories you making up are fake as fuck
Party with Starv and all the Kens and Barbies breaking up
You know the way you living is wack
When good luck is birdshit on the brim of ya hat
Unspendable accolades , I stack mine
In the clouds like the batsign
Profit off of facts till I flatline
Only the good die young
They should've took you instead
You need a set of eyes in the back of ya head
We Starvin Livin on Edge
Survivin
While you hangin on by a thread
They should've took you instead
You need a set of eyes in the back of ya head
Livin on Edge
Hangin on by a thread
Right back to the computer shit shooting
Rap dreams of looting with Rick Rubin
Got you networking till ya neck hurting
Did so much nodding, tell me, which pocket you got the perks in?
My shit is kinda different in person
What makes em the same, is they play the rap games.
The shit that I'm doing don't have an exact name.
The lames might confuse it as running numbers with music.
Theres no illusion you can produce to boost it.
My new shit is dynamite strapped to kung fu kicks.
Chew on this peyote paperback.
One Take black magic ya face and Starv lace the track
Turn con-victs to con-sumers
Med students get stupid
Remove the wrong tumor
This is the end Montezumas revenge
Mess with the crew and I show you what I do for my friends
Only the good die young
They should've took you instead
You need a set of eyes in the back of ya head
We Starvin Livin on Edge
Survivin
While you hangin on by a thread
They should've took you instead
You need a set of eyes in the back of ya head
Livin on Edge
Hangin on by a thread
Starv have mercy
shit kids talkin got me hawkin like hersey
Dj's gon reverse me
Who these hip hop addicts recommend
Perfection on the blend, more enemies than friends
My complexion- mother of pearl
Eyes chinky
Still throw a rapper down the stairs like a slinky
Get cracked like dishes just for thinkin hes tough
All these manhattan bitches aren't freaky enough
I need your panties in ya mouth when i open the door
I want the money in the couch and the coke in the drawer
Who wanna rhyme when im 3 times dope as before
Killin yall
Since quarter waters were in the corner store
Sawed off the bottom
Tied a baloon to the top
Filled it with rocks
Then sent you to ya pops with knots
Comin out the speakerbox on blocks
Where pussyholes get popped
Cops cant get the commotion to stop
Facts
Bars spillin like an artery cracked
Clippers heavy duty that'll
Snap the pharmacy latch
i do this to keep my schizoprenia in check
and im retarded cuz a starvin aint politically correct
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8. |
Weirdos
02:47
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Alternate endings the pictures that never blend in
The beast is back with a vengeance coming after ya pension
I sense ya tension
Need to loosen it up
See what these chicken heads would do for a buck?
Rappers are worse
They all equally suck and the factor is thirst
My verse slipping through ya fingers like immaculate work
I don't reverse, no stopping sir.
My joint burnin through ya chewbacca fur
Still can't rock with certain philosophers
Reaching the top aint my top concern but Imma dominate the spot I earn
Its our turn
Feenin to teach em and even more eager to learn
Still sick, need the fever to burn
Yea Im fine
Til I find the next line press delete and return
They requested fine dining and Im feeding em sperm
Put the
Beat in the urn and pass it to Paul Bearer
The modern warders thats cracking ya Carteras
Weirdos
Always try to analyze shit
They hit the keyboards and hide behind em
We find em
They catfishin rap cats wishin to stand beside this
Dressing like a mothafuckin sidekick
We see it You're a
Weirdo
Somethin I could never vibe with
The thoughts of suicide behind ya eyelids
You really can't disguise it
Even tho I told you that my side sick
I still never let you in my ride with no motherfuckin
Weirdos
I sit back and observe
Just to see the youngins step off of the curb and submerge
Into hell, its absurd
To hear em misuse words is working my last nerve;
Like hip hop, that shit is not the title you deserve
They idolize herbs that rent furs for photo shoots
Jumpin in front of bullets like you hoping they notice you.
I guess we told the truth too much and they can't have that.
Now ya standards are spikin just like the NASDAQ
Pieces of shit they wish I was looking past that
You want respect with ya tongue in some hookers asscrack
I laughed at the news when the karma gun blasted you fools
Didn't realize we passing you jewels
You were too busy asking for nudes
So what you telling me?
You put your jealousy inspired felonies to melodies?
Your style rest in pieces
Rest assure you gonna lose with all that negativity spinning on ya 1&2's
Weirdos
Always try to analyze shit
They hit the keyboards and hide behind em
We find em
They catfishin rap cats wishin to stand beside this
Dressing like a mothafuckin sidekick
We see it You're a
Weirdo
Somethin I could never vibe with
The thoughts of suicide behind ya eyelids
You really can't disguise it
Even tho I told you that my side sick
I still never let you in my ride with no motherfuckin
Weirdos
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9. |
Pimp Vs. Poet
02:55
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10. |
I'm Different
03:05
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Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit
Im know Im different
I show it every chance I get
2 feet on solid ground, aint switch my stance up yet
I know Im different
A different that you can't forget
You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit
Im know Im different
I show it every chance I get
2 feet on solid ground, aint switch my stance up yet
Yea
Let me guess you a gangsta with mob ties?
Nah.
You cowards fake as the titties on mob wives
Street urchins tell all kinds of lies when they bent
I dent ya skull and drop a 20 like Im Jimmy Da Gent
Im in the city dropping 40's like Karl Malone when I was a shorty
Too dope with the audio to ignore me
Shit can gory with the image you portray
We catch Sonny right before he pay the toll on the causeway
Im all day q borough
Never been to Howard Beach
If this was 95 you liars wouldn't be allowed to speak
My joint just got here and its about time
The sour more diesel than the comstock chowline
If I aint straight shittin, drowning kittens in my downtime
Im probably breaking my knuckles on dumb fucks browlines
Still live a great life
No sign of stopping fuck a break light
Late night Im movie like a steak knife
Streets to the big screen fuckery getting glorified.
Purse snatchin aint a crime that classifies as organized.
I ought to fly a drone into your home and film you cry at night.
The way you stand alone aint adding up to all the rhymes you write.
Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit
Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
Im on the train blending in with immigrants from Tibet
Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
2 feet on solid ground aint switch my stance up yet
Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit
No restrictions my tunnel vision see one way.
The words I speak burn for eternity like the suns rays
They pump fake
I pump for a month straight
bout to duct tape some uncut weight to a nuns waist.
It flood the database with the craziness I created
A tribute to those that came with courageous imaginations
Inspired by the paintin, paved a way to turn the pavement into steak on my plate.
Doing music that made a statement
People from all places can dance to the translation
Escaping all the drama treating crime like a sport.
Yea I been sleeping on the law- wearing pajamas to court.
And all the ones that showed me support, I keep in my thoughts.
Came a long way from hustling on New York blocks
Where getting rich was just a wish inside my newport box
On my brand new bullshit
A newborn ox
Way different from the nonsense the youth gone rock
Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit
Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
Im on the train blending in with immigrants from Tibet
Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
2 feet on solid ground aint switch my stance up yet
Im kinda different
A different that you can't forget
You should do yaself a favor don't ask me shit
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ahhhhh
they wonder where the fuck i been
certified trippin on a two day binge
might say that i'm three sheets to the wind
but im dj dickhead
all i do is win
didnt like the room from the moment i stepped in
so i kept takin shots
made that mothafukka spin
the henessy is mine, i own it
and i dont give half a fuck of an iota
dont judge me pugsley
shit could get ugly
met ralph lauren
and threw up on his rugby
what we
gon do?
i think i should inform you
my habits are abnormal
dont know what im gon do
next
hack a celebs phone and get the sex pics
threatenin presidents i got a death wish
forget which meds they said to stop takin
kush got my brainwaves soundin like popped bacon
the therapist she dont listen
i wonder what i gotta do to get her attention
did i mention
that i can feel the hate on every side
of the walls where this monster resides
theres something in the water
you can feel it creepin
yea you bound to get caught for tryna swim too deep
theres something in the water turning people into freaks
please protect my sons and my daughters from this vivious disease
ahhhh its nothin that a spliff cant cure
millions just like me run the streets so rest assure
that ya safetys in tact
if you got eyes on your back
and you known to overreact
never cut em no slack
nawwwwwww we known to check ya jaw at the door
like a bouncer and i bounce ya whore on the floor
unannounced
i wont even talk about it any more
like the backside of a slore
the topics kinda sore
raw to the last ingredient
we believe in it
all of my demons
are feedin off disobedience
we guaranteed to pass the test
dressin dinosaur fossils in pentacostal flesh
yes, when you step to the altar
choose the wound i should open and add salt to
theres something in the water
you can feel it creepin
yea you bound to get caught for tryna swim too deep
theres something in the water turning people into freaks
please protect my sons and my daughters from this vicious disease
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Starvin B New York
Queens emcee Starvin B is a throwback to the golden era of Hip-Hop when flow, lyrical content, and wordplay were more
important than swag. The hard rhyming New Yorker has been garnering attention in the states and abroad with a handful of albums that don’t lack in lyrics.
Hometown: Queens, NY (Sunnyside/Woodside)
Ethnicity: Indonesian and Irish
Bats Lefty, Throws Righty
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