One small town pawn shop. One big time wild ride.
Plot
A hard-hitting drama about a young girl, who's being forced into prostitution by two local wannabe thugs, so they can pay off debts that they owe. Her sister, a struggling waitress is pursued by a shady cop who won't take no for an answer. The girls set up the cop against the thugs so they can try and leave town.
sometimes things are Not what they seem to be.
Plot
This story of a religious dystopia happens in the future, when everybody follows Scientific Religion. People eat their dead relatives. All women are illiterate and spend their lives just reproducing. The movie narrates how an adolescent comes out of the closet in such times to discover some nasty truths about humanity.
Keywords: dystopia, religion
A Few More Absolute Truths
Plot
Supreme (CEO)is a drug dealer whose life couldn't be better. He has it all... Money, Power, and Respect. The streets of Cashville have given him everything a hustla could ask for. Driven by jealousy, his best friend Notorious (Quanie Cash) decides to go after his empire, his riches, and his family by any means necessary. An all out street war is launched where it's kill or be killed! No one is trusted because in THIS city, Loyalty and Respect is lost over cash! Nashville is called Cashville for a reason.
Keywords: ampersand-in-title, cash, g-unit, gangsta-rap, gangster-rap, hip-hop, light-year, loyalty, nashville-tennessee, punctuation-in-title
It's called Cashville for a reason.
Plot
A guy tells a shaggy-dog story to a restaurant crew on a ten-minute break. He takes us back to 1992: he's walking down a New York City street with two women when a Black couple asks for directions. This event leads a lecture from the two women, a memory from his Bar Mitzvah, a moral dilemma, a mugging, the loss of two pairs of glasses, an upbraiding from an optician, a basketball game, and running commentary from his co-workers in front of the restaurant as he tells the story. It and the break come to an end: has he made friends, advanced race relations, entertained?
Supreme may mean or refer to:
Robert Peter "Robbie" Williams (born 13 February 1974) is an English singer-songwriter, vocal coach and occasional actor. He is a member of the pop group Take That.
Williams rose to fame in the band's first run in the early- to mid-1990s. After many disagreements with the management and certain group members, Williams left the group in 1995 to launch his solo career. On 15 July 2010, it was announced he had rejoined Take That and that the group intended to release a new album in November 2010 which became the second fastest-selling album of all-time in UK chart history and the fastest-selling record of the century.
Williams has sold over 70 million records worldwide, which ranks him among the best-selling music artists worldwide. He is the best-selling British solo artist in the United Kingdom and the best selling non-Latino artist in Latin America. Six of his albums are among the top 100 biggest-selling albums in the United Kingdom. He has also been honoured with seventeen BRIT Awards—more than any other artist—and seven ECHO Awards. In 2004, he was inducted into the UK Music Hall of Fame after being voted as the "Greatest Artist of the 1990s."
William Leonard Roberts II (born January 28, 1976), better known by his stage name Rick Ross (often stylized as RICK RO$$), is an American rapper. He derived his stage name from the drug trafficker "Freeway" Ricky Ross, to whom he has no connection. Ross founded the record label Maybach Music Group, on which he released his studio albums Deeper Than Rap and Teflon Don, Ross was also the first artist signed to Diddy's management company Ciroc Entertainment. In early 2012, MTV named Ross as the Hottest MC In The Game.
William Leonard Roberts II was born in Coahoma County, Mississippi. and raised in Carol City, Florida, near Miami. After graduating from Carol City Senior High School, he later attended the historically black college Albany State University on a football scholarship.
After being signed to Suave House Records, former label for rap duo 8Ball & MJG, he eventually signed a deal with Slip-n-Slide Records, which has been under the Def Jam umbrella since 2006. While signed to Slip-n-Slide, Ross toured with fellow rapper Trick Daddy and made guest performances on other Slip-n-Slide albums.
Tyler Gregory Okonma (born March 6, 1991), better known by his stage name Tyler, The Creator, is an American rapper, record producer, actor and fashion designer from Los Angeles. He is best known as the leader and co-founder of the alternative hip hop collective Odd Future, and has rapped on and produced songs for nearly every Odd Future release. Okonma also creates all the artwork for the group's releases and said in an interview with DJ Semtex that he designs all the group's clothing and other merchandise as well. He is currently signed to English independent record label XL Recordings, and his own record label, Odd Future Records.
Tyler Okonma was born in Los Angeles, California to a Nigerian father and a mother of African-American and white Canadian descent. He claims that he had never met his father, and spent his early life living in the communities of Ladera Heights and Hawthorne in southwest Los Angeles County. At the age of seven, he would take the cover out of an album's case and create covers for his own imaginary albums including a tracklist with song times before he could even make music. At the age of 14, Okonma taught himself how to play piano. In his twelve years of schooling, he had attended twelve different schools, in Los Angeles and Sacramento areas.
Glenn O'Brien is primarily a writer, largely on the subjects of art, music and fashion. He's featured as "The Style Guy" at GQ magazine, and has published a book with that title.
He has worked as an editor at a number of publications, and published the arts and literature magazine Bald Ego from 2003-2005.
In his early years he was a member of Andy Warhol's Factory.
He was a music critic for the Andy Warhol publication Interview in the punk era, with the column "Glenn O'Brien's Beat".
In 1980-1981, he wrote the screenplay (which he also co-produced with Patrick Montgomery) for a film to be called New York Beat, starring Jean Michel Basquiat (The film was only released in 2000, as "Downtown 81"), with post-production managed by O'Brien and Maripol.
In the late 70's, O'Brien coined the now popular title "Editor-at-Large" after briefly being made Editor-In-Chief of High Times Magazine. Not wanting to work at the magazine office full time, the title was an inside joke, apparently a reference to the FBI's Most Wanted posters, as many criminals were tagged Status: at-large.
Oh, it seemed forever stopped today
All the lonely hearts in London
Caught a plane and flew away
And all the best women are married
All the handsome men are gay
You feel deprived
Yeah, are you questioning your size?
Is there a tumor in your humor?
Are there bags under your eyes?
Do you leave dents where you sit?
Are you getting on a bit?
Will you survive?
You must survive
When there's no more love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
Oh, what are you really looking for?
Another partner in your life to
Abuse and to adore?
Is it lovey dovey stuff?
Do you need a bit of rough?
Get on your knees
Yeah, turn down the love songs that you hear
'Cause you can't avoid the sentiment
That echoes in your ear
Saying love will stop the pain
Saying love will kill the fear
Do you believe?
You must believe
When there's no more love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with
(Ah)
Got my back up
And now she's screaming
So I've got to turn the track up
Sit back and watch the royalties stack up
I know this girl she likes to switch teams
And I'm a fiend but I'm living for a love supreme
When there's no more love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
Come and live a love supreme
Don't let it get you down
Everybody lives for love
Come and live a love supreme
Don't let it get you down
Oh it seemed forever stopped today
All the lonely hearts in London
Caught a plane and flew away
And all the best women are married
All the handsome men are gay
You feel deprived
Yeah, are you questioning your size?
Is there a tumour in your humour,
Are there bags under your eyes?
Do you leave dents where you sit,
Are you getting on a bit?
Will you survive
You must survive
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
Oh what are you really looking for?
Another partner in your life to
abuse and to adore?
Is it lovey dovey stuff,
Do you need a bit of rough?
Get on your knees
Yeah turn down the love songs that you hear
'Cause you can't avoid the sentiment
That echoes in your ear
Saying love will stop the pain
Saying love will kill the fear
Do you believe
You must believe
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with (ah)
Got my back up
And now she's screaming
So I've got to turn the track up
Sit back and watch the royalties stack up
I know this girl she likes to switch teams
And I'm a fiend but I'm living for a love supreme
When there's no love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme
Come and live a love supreme
Don't let it get you down
Everybody lives for love
Come and live a love supreme
Don't let it get you down
Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore.
Sweet 16 she is, with future uncertain, love
incomplete. Soapy days for Jr. and she. At 3, Supreme
comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie
on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his
bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is the Nuclear
family? Mommy, baby... and Daddy makes a mess of his
baby's mother's hair as they fuck 'til her mother comes
in from work. She's playing house, he's playing man and
Jr. is the only one who accepts he's just a child. Wild
nights she had with a swish of her stuff, knocked up to
a waddle, a baby carriage bustle and still gets her
play. But her dream is true romance.. well sorta,
everyday from 3 to 6. Supreme leaves out before Mommy
comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the street.
He's not a corner boy. The bodega in the 40's is mid-
block where bullets flock, no names engraved and he may
be next. Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers.
Being there is all there is. Living lovely without
turning the corner, reaching for a swig brings sweat to
his brow and shit to his mouth, dispelling knowledge on
the stuffs, the pleasing things the baby's mother do,
dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man, breaking
Friday night to seek man/hood in a paper bag. Says,
"Fatherhood is real cool and the kid looks like me so
she better not let nothing happen to him or I’ma kill
the bitch." Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel,
trained steel stained blue puts punk on the wall for
some trumped up call from precinct 101. Monday at 3,
the baby's mother waits, Jr. in her arms, patiently at
the door, doesn't know what she misses. Locked into the
routine, a project queen. Supreme rode off into the
sunset with a 3 to 6 all his own. Took a week for her
to find out, a minute to promise devotion, her life on
hold as Supreme calls checking on his boy (and the
baby's mother). Life on the outside ain't even worth
it. Shit. Who screwed whom? There’s not enough room in
the pen for them both to stay locked into their little
worlds they will. Leather gear, X skullie, Size 2 Docs.
Man, Jr.’s the fliest shit in nursery care. Paid for by
It's motherfuckin' gang land my nigga
It's Taylor Gang or die nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
It's Chevy, you know what I'm sayin'?
I do this shit for real my nigga
You know? A lot of motherfuckers got a lot of shit to say but um
I think that this tape is gonna set a few niggas straight
You know what I'm sayin'?
We gonna ruler you niggas out, one time
And that's Gang Land, shout out to the Cap, shout out to my block
4800, you know what it is
We do it for the hood my nigga
Gang Land
It's one thing to act cool, it's another thing just to be it
I guess you niggas blind to the fact
So that explains why you don't see it
Let's work, uh
And that's TGOD
1 double O 8, that's the square root of white
Money comin' so fast I was countin' all night
And mom's gonna do it cuz I have my own cash
And I don't need hers cuz I have my own bed
I was thievin' like Scarface, table full of white
When I spin on that shit I make it back by the night
Yea, that's one wrong move, chopper boy's on call
I remember nights lookin' to the sky, oh Lord
That's quality over quantity any day
In that California Kobe cush firin' up them J's
Had a plug for my niggas, I felt like they was me
With a plan to get money that you'll probly never see
I'm talkin' 50 of them things, every three days
Poppin' champagne, lookin' at my niggas, weed pay
All we know is hustle, you should understand that
What you know about road trips and it ain't comin' back
When you hear it it's a numb feeling runnin' through your veins
But what you gonna do? You'll probly go insane
Couple homies in the grave, I wish I could call
Few niggas turned on me, thought them niggas was my dogs
When a nigga tryin' to eat it ain't never too much
Burnin' weed down the interstate I'm fuckin' with the clutch
I'm livin' life fast, nigga Taylor Gang that
Bitch, we've been head straight, it's run until you Gang that
Throwin' money overseas, yea nigga, did that
And loyalty is some shit you ain't gotta give back
Yea, that's family, our get together and that's just rap
Don't even know each other's last names and that's fact
Loyalty is some shit you ain't gotta give back
Only get together's family, our niggas just rap
Don't even know each other's last names and that's fact
So I got one question for y'all
What's rap to you?
Yea, TGOD
Smoke a lot of weed, do a lot of drinkin'
* http://hiphopinfinity.com/Underground/Benefit.htm
Once there was a little kid named Benefit
Walked around town with a frown, face down, lookin bent
Had problems inside, his little sister just died
Keep your head up little man, all you got is your pride
He said "the world doesn't want me, and neither does my daddy
He'd rather get drunk and puff blunts then have a family"
That's real, and ain't nothing realer then that
The world is much colder then the steal of a gat
But yet he moved on, he fought to stay strong
In this cold world, to stay warm he put a jacket on
Made of 100 percent pain
The label said the only way to wash it was to stand on the rain
But he still was cold, the other kids were old
All he really wanted in life was Jordan's and gold
Then he'd be set, getting fine girls in berrets
See him with a boom box and fat boys cassettes
If he got into a fight, he'd throw down
But he's a little skinny kid, about 70 pounds
And he had a loud mouth so nobody stepped to him
But I guess if they would've, well I guess that he'd do 'em
But it didn't get to that, this little aristocrat
Tryin to live phat, smashing mail boxes with bats
Runnin wild through the streets, his mouth would make peace
Used to play football in mud with baseball cleats
That's the life in my memory inbedded in my brain
As he started growing, things started to change
(Hook)
Who has the right to know?
My life's a standing flow
Who can say, what's right or wrong for people?
As Benefit got older he started to realize
Everybody's smile was just jealousy in disguise
If he turned his back, how is that, a knife would be in it
Draw my face-to-face in any place, no one would begin it
If they knew, what this kid had been through
Nothing nice, ?fest? sacrifice off of lifes menu
But things lately, were starting to get crazy
And if they stuck around maybe, his mom would lose a baby
So they broke out, headed down south on route
This kid was still actin wild, thought he was tough no doubt
Dealt a difficult hand, but he had to play with it
Emotionally disturbed when the kid never quit it
Immediately took charge when in his new neighborhood
Makes me laugh thinkin when he made forts from wood
And if anybody touched 'em, then that's the razz
If anybody frontin, to the creak they get cashed
In school, everybody sayin "who's the new kid?"
"I heard he's from Chicago, last week know what he did
Such and such," that's how rumors get started
But at lunch acting all retarded eatin Capt'n Crunch
Thought he was funny, little dummy makin a scene
Lookin happy on the outside, but inside mean
Lotta anger built up, from things in the past
Such an unreal life, reality hard to grasp
That's the life in my memory inbedded in my brain
As he started growin, things started to change
(Hook)
Who has the right to know?
My life's a steady flow.
Who can say, what's right or wrong for people?
He moved again, now his moves totaled thirteen times
Started gettin serious, writin serious rhymes
He began workin, hustling the company
Pockets full of cash, now every day a shopping spree
Got away with it, finally got caught and ?bullshitted?
They didn't fire 'em, instead the job he quitted
His life is slowed down, different then in the beginning
Only worse, cause little bitches had him sinning
Fell in love one time, maybe twice, who knows
Only problem was the girls weren't nice, but hoes
It was a big mistake, messed up the kinds mindstate
The trade? his best-friends for nice ass and a date
Wait, what's goin on here? the girls left him
Now he's scarred from left ear to right ear
That's his whole brain, now his lights are gettin dim
Cause what he did to his best friends, happened to him
Now he cares about nothin, feeling sick everyday
Thank God, eventually the pain went away
Now he's grown mad, then he ever has been
Up late at night at home, his only friend is his pen
Writin angry to get out frustration out through poetry
Treating girls the exact opposite of noblely
The struggle continues on, documented in every song
Made it this far, confident he'll live long
That's the life in my memory, inbedded in my brain
And it's true as he grew, things did change
(Hook x3)
Who has the right to know?
My life's a steady flow
[Jus Allah]
Jus Allah is black god, runaway slave with back scars
Devil won't let me in the cave, I'm blackballed
Niggaz ain't fuckin' with the sciences, at all
For every five divine, there's 95 slapped jaws
I fuck dimes, but I fucked a couple wack jawns
Pussy something that a nigga just act on
I can't help it, it's magnetic attraction
I can't melt in the sun, unless it's passed on
I'm the last born, the fucking end all
Marine tiltin' the machine like pinball
My niggaz fiend for the green like a menthol
When the fiend doesn't have a weed and some tin foil
We earn our stripes, turn out dikes
Smoke out, the sight brother, wanna burn off bikes
The anamoly, niggaz need to turn off mics
More idealogy, then you can learn off Christ
Set ya motherfuckin' mind, I'm the best you can find
It's like, lightning, striking consecutive times
Allah gave me extra shine, extra divine
The finest flesh mankind's ever designed
You ugly motherfuckers got a reason to be leaving now
Soap season on the hethen's and the reason now
We forever foes, beef will never close
Til you laughing in the pose in your dress clothes
[Chorus: Jus Allah]
Supreme, we shall reign supreme
We shall reign supreme
We shall reign supreme
We shall reign supreme
[Jus Allah]
We the motherfuckin' supremes, but not the African queens
It's like, having a dream in red, black & green
Jus Allah is no trick, what magic is seen
You got devils, but then you got immaculate beings
The rap kings, y'all can't rap, what the fuck's that?
Motherfuckers sound gay like love shacks
Bitches I fuck, give me head and lick the nut sacks
And when I don't give a fuck, I never have the glove strapped
You against me, niggaz is pigmy
Make you fucking slaves like Fonzworth Bentley
You fucking fags, I rhyme like I'm in another class
You sound strange like questions undercovers ask
You just a joke, you no where near close
Motherfucker the seed, run weird like queer folks
You got rings in the wrong fuckin' earlobes
Hope God shows mercy on your meer soul
One mention of Allah and the tears roll
Fear grows in the motherfuckin' spear slows
One rhyme from divine, and the mind snaps
Spy cracks, there's a motherfuckin' time lapse