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Radric Davis (born February 2, 1980), better known by his stage name Gucci Mane, is an American rapper. He debuted in 2005 with Trap House and followed with albums such as Hard to Kill in 2006, Trap-A-Thon and Back to the Trap House in 2007. In 2009, his second studio album The State vs. Radric Davis was released, and The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted was released in 2010, and is his highest charting album so far. Gucci Mane has released many other mixtapes and independent albums as well.
While serving a six-month jail term for assault in late 2005, Davis was charged with murder, though the charges were later dropped due to a lack of evidence. In 2009, he served a year-long county jail sentence for violating probation for his 2005 aggravated assault conviction.
Davis was born in Birmingham, Alabama, and later moved with his single mother to Atlanta. He enjoyed writing poetry as a child, and began rapping at age 14.
In 2005, Davis released his independent debut album entitled Trap House, which featured the successful single "Icy" with Young Jeezy. Disputes over the rights to this single caused a rift between the two artists. Hard to Kill followed in 2006. Hard To Kill included the hit single "Freaky Gurl". The song peaked at number 12 on the Hot Rap Tracks, number 19 on the Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs, and at number 62 on the Hot 100.
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.
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In this tale of sexual dysfunction and unhappiness, a lady tries her best to manage her comic book business and her most unusual marriage. The daily grind is sometimes too much as eccentric customers and an unique relationship push her to the edge.
Keywords: black-comedy, comic-book-lady, comic-book-shop, dark-comedy
A slice of life comedy/drama about a lady who runs a comic book shop by day and deals with a dysfunctional husband by night. Can she take it? Can you?
The triumphant tale of one boy who reaches beyond his place in the world to follow his heart's desire.
A streetkid must choose between a life on the street and trapeze
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The Match is a contemporary romantic comedy, set in the idyllic Highland village of Inverdoune. Wullie Smith, still carrying the physical and emotional scars of the childhood death of his younger brother, is the village milkman. A young man whose potential is concealed his gently diffident exterior, Wullie is locally known for his remarkable T.F.R. (Total Football Recall) and for his not-very-secret love for Rosemary Bailey, the breathtaking daughter of Bill Bailey, a local farmer with a curious affection for his cows. Rosemary has returned briefly to her home with a college degree before she leaves again to pursue a career in the big city. The single-street village has only two pubs - the ramshackle delights of Benny's Bar, spiritual home of its charmingly eccentric clientele and the sterile modernity of Le Bistro, owned by former professional footballer and preening narcissist, George Gus. But Benny's Bar may soon be lost forever. A bet made to settle a feud between the original owners of Benny's Bar and Le Bistro was made long before anyone living in the village today can remember. The ancestral feud is to be finally resolved by the result of the annual football (soccer) contest between the two bars in this hundredth year of the contest. Past form indicates poor prospects for the Benny's Bar team which has lost for 99 years in a row. But it is only the result of this, the hundredth game, which will determine which bar is to be closed forever by the winning side.
Keywords: flashback, independent-film, scotland, soccer, soccer-football, wager
It's a game of two pubs!
Nowhere trying to get somewhere
Anywhere
But here claustrophobia we're boring
Audience snoring where are we going
We're going down been through
Some stupid places been through
Intimidations been through hell
But we don't care
Now I don't know what I'm singing
They don't know what they're playing
All I know is that we suck
As one time flies by
And still we try to please our aging fans
Seems like deja vu all over again
Snowed in in north dakota the sun's in california
This frost bite is gonna need some warmth
Our songs just getting older this garage
Is getting colder help us now we just might survive
It's been 18 years since fetus,
And suddenly I'm on my own
I can vote, play bingo, smoke, enlist,
But can't seem to let myself go
I guess I'm leaving you mother,
I'll be back this summer
My dorm will be lonely unless there's a chick
I'll miss your home cooked meals forever
Breaking up a history,
Taking up a life to carry on,
Leaving everything I know behind
Laundry days, tuition paid, gotta keep on keeping up
Because those high school days are over now
You better get to every class, those tests will kick your ass
Because those high school days are over now
Can't afford a thing, can't afford the time to get a job
You've got to study!!!
Oh, how I miss those good ol' days when Mom would tuck me in
Because those high school days are over now
Dependent days are over now
No more careless days of bliss
Because those high school days are over
So now it's farewell to father,
I never will bother you more for the car rides,
But will for the cash
I'll miss my allowance on Thursdays
Breaking up a history,
Taking up a life to carry on,
Leaving everything I know behind
Cause I'm always there
Take the bus or drive the car
Your destination planning
All depends on how it works with your efficiency
The trip itself is meaningless
Heading toward the target point's always too slow
Some teenager just cut me off,
I think his music's blaring
While the grandma to my left moves extra cautiously
And we'd like to go about our ways without these interactions
Keeping only destination set in mind
Here and now,
It's all we've got until all exhaust's departed
Darkened brown
The base is rusting with apathy
Sometimes the reminiscence
Flows out rusted tape converters
But the song sounds just as fresh as it did once before
So take a moment to look out your cancer-sticking windshield
To enjoy the ride, the traffic,
And the poor drivers in their limousines
So hang on to your transfers
Because you'll never know when you'll need your transportation
The taxi driver stopped
Idol role, no self-control
A parasite to one's constructed modeling
Surrounding pedestals
Chin held high to stimuli
Where's the other you
The independent one you never show?
Your individuality: polluted idealistic fashion
Collectivize your way of life,
Becoming every different passion
Creating idols for yourself is now your only ration
Swallow society
But don't forget to take a grain of salt
And even if you disagree
A disastrous outcome will never be your fault
Did you ever stop to think your idols have some idols of their own?
They preach to you, you know they're right
They may be wrong, but yet in spite of their doubt,
They will preach you out just like their former idols did
Idol, ideal illusion
Kissing ass: a skill developed patiently
And yet a necessary trait to get the job
Sucking up until lips are chapped and mouth is dry
Self-esteem will slow you down
I'd counterfeit to make you happy, you're so much bolder
I'd force a smile, I'd rub your shoulders
I might just live my life working under some white collared bastard
Who's making twice as much however does much less
I'd stand by lies, and that's the truth
I'd do what's wrong if you would say it's right
I'd bend over, and I'd endure and have it your way
Through this injustice, through it all
Will I just piss and moan
And meanwhile support the very system that is killing me?
It's only our lives that we're wasting
We nod and we drool unconscious
Becoming the rats that we're racing
Promotions without a purpose
(Endeavor forever, we'll never be better off)
Kissing ass: a skill developed mindlessly
If at first you don't succeed, try giving head
Shining shoes, this caste system is rendering
I'm just a stupid, simple guy
Locked inside this caged routine too dumb to find a key
So here I am, scarfing down the bliss
Of an average-Joe American who never stops to wonder
If there's more than suburb dreams
Of children leading mindless ways of living
With another family and an SUV
Take me from this aging road
Where lives subsist the status quo
Would you take another swing
If there were something else to be?
Why wait until remorse is closer?
Now, the months keep going by
And overwhelming thoughts
Of self actualization yield any pursuits
But still I question what "successful" means,
Attempt to act accordingly,
Won't let access to basic means
Get in the way of any dreams in mind
Because we all go about our courses
Until nothing's left but corpses
What's in-between is yours
Like sheep, we'll follow blindly within fenced restricted grounds
Such comfort keeps us from wanting to be woken
A humored population lured in from false temptation
An American Dream formed and never broken down
No martyrs, no re-entries,
No farmers or gentries,
Through the plaque and tartar stains,
I brush apart and excavate
To show an adequate display of a smile for you girl
Dental floss and Listerine
Enough to force these gums to bleed
I'll make my teeth shine extra clean for your own to meet mine
Because my words lack romance
So I brush my teeth
Inject some Novocaine
Or laughing gas to numb the pain
I'll put the Brits to shame,
But it might remain insufficient
I just can't understand
What it takes to be your man
Because I have brushed so hard,
My enamel's gone
And it's only because of you
And I forgot my hygiene years ago
Until I saw your pretty face
Your essence gave me reason
To go brush my teeth
Strangely enough, we'll miss that paradox:
A red state represented by three blueish guys
Mentally prepared, but uncomfortably
Scared of moving on-
Whatever that means, it never made much sense to me
We're leaving home where we've been shown
Familiar grounds and faces
Singing unforgotten tones
We've bid farewell, we've packed our bags
With friends and family held in heart,
It sucks to know that we're finally leaving home
And now it seems the future tendencies
Are composed of merely gatherings at weddings/funerals
With whom we shared such precious moments
There can't be a time
To sacrifice from our busy, scheduled, shitty lives
We're leaving home, our minds are blown
And though everybody goes through this,
That doesn't make it easier
We've quit the jobs, we've cleared the banks
Not even our self-pity
Can quite compensate that we're finally leaving home
We're really old, and kicking ass,
And our stupid, idle, shrunken heads
Must pay the bills and kick some teeth
And provide transportation throughly through
These misogynistic lives
It won't suffice to turn back
At first they seem deceiving as both sides try getting laid
Misogynists and party chicks may never see the day
When they give up all their prior engagements held within
Because sex and drugs and rock-and-roll will always come again
At the brink of dawn
There's an endless light
Shining from her face
After such a drunken night
Because she sleeps with such a solitude
Her comfort drives me mad,
But when she wakes and smiles,
It's like nothing could be bad
Because it's another day
Girls called sluts that tease and trick,
And guys called pigs thinking with the dick
These gender roles that generalize
Leave us sour and blind
March on Odysseus
The Trojan Horse protects the Grease
Helen's looking good tonight
Her face could launch a thousand ships to sea
Check the mail, your rent's been waiting
The time has come to pay the bills
And these envelopes ironically
Make it easy to send back the money scraped
Procrastinate, they'll send another
Until Big Brother comes and kicks you in the ass
Your time is running out
And your priorities need order once again
Your cell phone is dying, your card's interesting
Your cable's growing rabbit ears
And the mess you've created for them and yourself
Is pouring the sweat, and it's shedding the tears over you
Oh, where to start? not paid until Thursday
And even then, just fifty bucks
Because your wage is minimum
Along with your skills so you can't find better work
Oh, what to do? still owe that one guy
And these dimes I've found beneath the couch
Aren't enough to buy the stamps
For the letters piling up, for the "thank you's" to my grandma
Who's been sending me the checks
For the food and for the rent and all this shit
All of these things that we don't even need
All these brand names known useless
All of the times that we've made sacrifice for love
Wasted cigarettes hardly ash before
There's something else to burn
It's done, you're already moving on
And the drunkard seeks scape
Through the faded tint of empty bottles
Leave no room to discover
That it's always been in front of him,
But he's never recognized
That the more he runs, the more he's left behind
Because horoscopes and shrunken heads
Can't be without the numb
Keep it burning
For every hooker, there's a nun
For every welcome, there's a shun
It makes no sense to search forever
When only so much can be done
Nothing is fair when nothing's sufficient
Continued mistakes to turn and neglect
And the moment dies, and everybody cries
For what could never be achieved
But the broken hearts appear to be relieved
And even if you're strictly sober
You never take the glance
Your haste can't make tomorrow sooner
Your faded will can't pave the way at all
Kicking off what's nipping at your heels
Through it could support your feet
And now, self-inflicted suffocation, poorly judged contemplation
What's beyond this boring town, and what beauty laid within
All those alcoholic routines, and all the faded friends and jobs?
They have made you who you are
You can't forget the roots from which you claim to be growing
Burning cigarettes hardly give that sweet tobacco taste
The time has come to recover
Keep it burning
Self-inflicted suffocation, poorly judged contemplation