Szabolcs may refer to:
Szabolcs was an administrative county (comitatus) of the Kingdom of Hungary in present-day northeastern Hungary. The capital of the county was Nyíregyháza.
Szabolcs county shared borders with the counties Borsod, Zemplén (Zemplín), Ung, Bereg, Szatmár, Bihar and Hajdú. It was situated mostly south of the river Tisza. Its area was 4637 km² around 1910.
Szabolcs is one of the oldest counties of the Kingdom of Hungary. After World War I, it was merged with a very small part of former Ung County to form Szabolcs-Ung county, with capital Nyíregyháza. But, villages of Eszeny (Esen) Szalóka (Solovka) and Tiszaágtelek (Tisaahtelek) at Tisza district were passed to Czechoslovakia. These villages were returned to Hungary between 1938 and 1944 but were passed to Soviet Union in 1945. Now, they are part of Ukraine after 1991. After World War II, the county was merged with the Hungarian parts of Szatmár and Bereg counties to form Szabolcs-Szatmár-Bereg county. Some parts of Szabolcs county (around Polgár and north-east of Debrecen) are now in Hajdú-Bihar county.
Szabolcs [IPA|ˈsɒbolʧ] is an ancient Hungarian name, probably of Hungarian or Hunnic origin. It is not known where the name derives from. The name is still very popular, its namesday is July 28.
Szabolcs was also the name of one of the leaders of the Magyars, the nephew of Árpád. He is also said to have been the second great leader of the Magyars. His power center was the now unimportant village Szabolcs, where earthen ramparts from this age have been excavated. His people settled in the area known as Szabolcs county.
Some of the oldest attestations of the name are to be found in the founding charter of the Dömös abbey (A dömösi prépostság adománylevele) (1138/1329): sobolci and in Anonymus' Gesta Hungarorum: zobolchu (12th/13th century).
[Verse 1: Des Devious]
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Syze, Demoz, Vinnie Paz, and Des D
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[Verse 2: Demoz]
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E is for the way I exit the room without being spotted, nigga (Can't spot me, nigga)
M is for the multiple bullets inside the gun
O is for the obstacle you thought I couldn't overcome
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[Chorus:]
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[Verse 3: King Syze]
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[Verse 4: Vinnie Paz]
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