A Yogi is a practitioner of Yoga. The word is also used to refer to ascetic practitioners of meditation in a number of South Asian religions including Jainism, Buddhism, and Hinduism.
The word Yogi (Sanskrit: masc yogī, योगी ; fem yoginī) originally referred in the Classical Sanskrit of the Puranas specifically to a male practitioner of Yoga. In the same literature yoginī is the term used for female practitioners as well as divine goddesses and enlightened mothers, all revered as aspects of the Divine Mother Devi, without whom there would be no yogis. The two terms are still used today but the word Yogi is also generically used to refer to both male and female practitioners of yoga and related meditative practices in Buddhism, Jainism, Taoism etc.
In Hinduism the term refers to an adherent of Yoga. As an Urdu term, yogī (Nastaliq یوگی) is mostly used to refer to wandering Sufi saints and ascetics. The word is also often used in the Buddhist context to describe Buddhist monks or a householder devoted to meditation. The Shiva Samhitadefines the yogi patel as someone who knows that the entire cosmos is situated within his own body, and the Yoga-Shikha-Upanishad text distinguishes two kinds of yogis: those who pierce through the "sun" (surya) by means of the various yogic techniques and those who access the door of the central conduit (sushumna-nadi) and drink the nectar.
Terrence Thornton (born May 14, 1977) better known by his stage name Pusha T is an American recording artist, occasional actor and one half of the critically acclaimed hip hop duo Clipse. Along with No Malice, his brother and fellow member of Clipse, he released the album Hell Hath No Fury, which was praised by critics, many of whom consider it to be a cornerstone in Hip-Hop and one of the best rap albums ever made. He is also the co-founder and co-chief executive officer (CEO) of Re-Up Records along with his aforementioned brother. In September 2010 he announced his signing to Kanye West's GOOD Music label and on March 21, 2011, released his first solo project, a mixtape titled Fear of God.
Pusha T was born Terrence Thornton on May 13, 1977, in The Bronx borough of New York City. Thornton and his family soon relocated to Virginia Beach, Virginia, where he and his brother, Gene 'No Malice' Thornton, grew up. In 1992 Terrence and his brother Gene formed the duo now internationally known as Clipse. With help from Pharell Williams the group eventually signed to Elektra Records in 1997 and released Exclusive Audio Footage, their only album under that label. Of the two brothers, Terrence was more open to features, appearing on Kelis' 1999 single "Good Stuff" and Nivea's 2001 single "Run Away (I Wanna Be with U)", respectively. In 2004, he and his brother launched their record label, Re-Up Records and formed hip hop group Re-Up Gang along with rappers Ab-Liva and Sandman. After four albums as the Clipse, under various record labels both Malice and Pusha T announced that they were taking time off from the duo to focus on their own respective solo projects.
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi (Sanskrit महर्षि महेश योगी maharṣi maheśa[disambiguation needed ]yogī), born Mahesh Prasad Varma (12 January 1917 – 5 February 2008), developed the Transcendental Meditation technique and was the leader and guru of the Transcendental Meditation movement, which has been characterised as a new religious movement and also as non-religious. The honorifics Maharishi (meaning "enlightened spiritual one") and Yogi were added to his given name, Mahesh.
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi became a disciple and assistant of Swami Brahmananda Saraswati, the Shankaracharya (spiritual leader) of Jyotirmath in the Indian Himalayas. The Maharishi credits Brahmananda Saraswati with inspiring his teachings. By 1955, the Maharishi had introduced the Transcendental Meditation (TM) technique and other related programmes and initiatives to the world. His first global tour began in 1958.
He began to be known as Maharishi Mahesh Yogi around the year 1955. His devotees referred to him as His Holiness, and because he often laughed in TV interviews he publicly became known as the "giggling guru".
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she was always craving
waiting for the turn
you must have killed me
i’m losing control
tryin hard to get you
but you went away
she was almost raving
and goin insane
if i go on will you lead me in
if i go on will you follow
where i go what do i see
am i still part of this
what do i learn
what remains
feeling start replay
another foolin way
i keep on yearning
to be there
if i go on will you lead me in
if i go on will you follow
i feel you growing in me
and i keep you down in my world
Music, Lyrics: Andreas Vockrodt 1998
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Yeah, what's up dog
Drop that
Yeah
Right here
Yeah
Real quick
Brown
Cuz we do what we do homey
That's right
It's Yogi Bear
99, 99
Hey yo Yogi, why don't you come with that shit homey
Wake up in the morning, shit what are you kidding me
My mom's a bitch, she don't feel like hearing me
I gotta take a leak so I put on my house slippers
Gotta shave my dome so I grab my clippers
It's sunny as usual, another day to put it down
And all the dust settled in my town
I got happy when my dog got out
I had to run him down about who was shot out
I pumped down the mix and why I got out
I gotta make this money man, that's what it's about
So from the East County to the South Bay
To my posses on Broadway, it's Dago and problemas
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
I got riders in the storm and the outskirt
It ain't nothing but a word from the mero mero
Ain't you Yogi? I see you heard my demo
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Cuz we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
We gonna do what we do mami
Gotta make some phone calls to see what's up for tonight
Gotta find something fresh for me to sport for tonight
So I shoot to the mall, I hear my name being called
Cuz everytime that I go I see somebody that I know
My pager's blowing up so I gots to use the phone
It's the homeboy from Low Pro talking about a party in the zone
And Royal gots some hynas that wanna kick it with us
But more than likely dog we're going to the club
I gotta get creased up before the homies pick me up
I gotta get hectic so I'm pumping the homies up
Now we're South of the border, straight thugs and hoochie mamas
We use a broken bottle when we meet some drama
And it's guarenteed, so won't see the baby's mama
And the DJ keep on spinning and the spot be getting hotter
And me and my homies torn the club down because we're fools
And yeah yeah, We Be Clubbing like Ice Cube
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Cuz we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in the club or getting some love
We gonna do what we do mami
I bump beats and write raps trying to make mula stacks
Got all the homeboys asking where the hynas at
We flipping U-eys for hoochies, I'm watching you jock
As I shoot through the zone, old school hard drop
Chicks scream out the window like they're long shot
As I lean to they side they throw the bone eye
You see I'm not a player I just crush a lot
You see I'm not a gangster but I'll rush your spot
I be knowing about them broads that talk a lot
So we pull over and post up at the taco shop
Hey yo Yogi Bear be buzzing off that bacardi hard
I'm thinking to myself dog we gotta make it pop
So while these chicks be jocking us we tell them follow us
Back to the spot cuz we bound to rock
Stopped to buy some brew and a bottle of malibu
Cuz we're gonna do what we do when we do it
We do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real Yogi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Cuz we gonna do what we do homey
But is you gonna keep it real papi
Shit, about as real as it's gotta be
Whether chilling out in my zone or packing my chrome
[Intro]
I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled
I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled
I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled
I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled
[Verse 1]
Hold up, this the game, it chose us
Pioneer, started on my corner like the cold crush
Had smokers linin' up the block like a gold rush
The sayin' "life fast and die young" is what they told us
The way that they mold us, perfect way that showed us
How to get money, f**k b*tches off this nose dust
Showed me how to burn the block down before it slows up
Before the window of opportunity close up
[Hook x2]
I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled
I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled
Yogi said get em so I got 'em all (Yuugh!)
And turned this b*tch into a burial
[Verse 2]
Lookin' from the top floor, what would I stop for?
Still hear the crowd cheers, while I'm thinkin' encore
Flyin' on a Concorde, listening to Tom Ford
Frames match the song title, flyer than a Condor
Little niggas rhyme poor, poverty flows in ya
Part of beatin' hoes in, I am who you're tryin' for?
I think not - Pusha, stay hot
The coupe's got no roofs, forever they stay drop nigga
[Hook x4]
I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled
I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled
Yogi said get em so I got 'em all (Yuugh!)
And turned this b*tch into a burial