Guantánamo is a municipality and city in southeast Cuba and capital of Guantánamo Province.
Guantánamo is served by the Caimanera port and is the site of a U.S. Naval base. The area produces sugarcane and cotton wool. These are traditional parts of the economy.
The municipality is mountainous in the north, where it overlays the Sierra Maestra (mountains), and borders the Windward Passage of the Caribbean Sea in the south. It is crossed by the Guantánamo, Yateras, Guaso, San Andrés and Sabanalamar rivers. The Guantánamo Bay is a natural harbour south of the city.
The municipality is divided into the barrios of Arroyo Hondo, Baitiquirí, Bano, Bayate, Caimanera, Camarones, Caridad, Corralillo, Cuatro Caminos, Filipinas, Glorieta, Gobierno, Guaso, Hospital, Indios, Isleta, Jaibo Abajo, Las Lajas, Macurijes, Mercado, Ocujal, Parroquia, Palma de San Juan, Rastro, Tiguabos and Vínculo.
About 15 km away from the city lies the Guantánamo Bay, a superior natural harbor which has been controlled by the United States as the Guantánamo Bay Naval Base since 1902, following the Platt Amendment decree. It is the site of the Guantanamo Bay detention camp.
Dante Terrell Smith (born December 11, 1973) is an American actor and MC, known by the stage names Mos Def ( /ˌmoʊsˈdɛf/) and Yasiin Bey. He started his hip hop career in a group called Urban Thermo Dynamics, after which he appeared on albums by Da Bush Babees and De La Soul. With Talib Kweli, he formed the duo Black Star, which released the album Black Star in 1998. He was a major force in late 1990s underground hip hop while with Rawkus Records. As a solo artist he has released the albums Black on Both Sides in 1999, The New Danger in 2004, True Magic in 2006, and The Ecstatic in 2009.
Although he was initially recognized for his musical output, since the early 2000s, Mos Def's screen work has established him as one of only a handful of rappers who has garnered critical acclaim for his acting work. He is well known for his portrayal of Brother Sam in the American drama series Dexter. Mos Def has also been active in several social and political causes.
He was born Dante Terrell Smith in Brooklyn, New York City, the son of Sheron Smith and Abdul Rahman. He was raised by his mother in Brooklyn; his father lived in New Jersey. While his father was initially a member of the Nation of Islam and later an active member in the community of Imam Warith Deen Mohammed, who merged into mainstream Islam from the Nation, Mos Def was not exposed to Islam until the age of 13. At 19, he took his shahada, the Muslim declaration of faith. He is friends with Ali Shaheed Muhammad and Q-Tip of A Tribe Called Quest.
Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle (alternatively known as Harold & Kumar Get the Munchies) is a 2004 American stoner film and the first installment in the Harold & Kumar series. The film was written by Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg, and directed by Danny Leiner.
The story follows Harold Lee (John Cho) and Kumar Patel (Kal Penn) as they decide to go to the fast food chain White Castle after smoking cannabis, but end up on a series of comical misadventures when they cannot find the restaurant.
The film also features Fred Willard, Paula Garcés, Anthony Anderson, Dan Bochart, Ethan Embry, Jamie Kennedy, Bobby Lee, Christopher Meloni, Ryan Reynolds, Shaun Majumder, David Krumholtz, Eddie Kaye Thomas, Malin Åkerman, and Neil Patrick Harris, who plays a fictionalized version of himself.
Investment banker Harold Lee (John Cho) is persuaded by his colleagues Billy and JD to do their work as they leave for the weekend. Elsewhere, Kumar Patel (Kal Penn) attends a medical school interview at the behest of his father but intentionally botches it to avoid gaining a place. Arriving home, Harold meets his neighbor Maria (Paula Garcés) but is unable to admit his feelings for her. After smoking marijuana with Kumar and seeing an advertisement for White Castle, the pair decide to get hamburgers to satisfy their hunger. Traveling to the location of the nearest White Castle, the pair find it has been replaced by "Burger Shack" but are informed that there is another White Castle in Cherry Hill.
Hear you sold your friend,
Got a good price at the local store.
You know he could've turned you in,
Could have been you on the concrete floor.
Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news,
They got 'em looked up in the castroland,
Redefining abuse in shades of grey.
Torture advocate.
Got his dick up in a chicken hawk.
Life is what he'll get,
War president is a criminal.
Still the years they go by,
No charge of trial date.
You're accused of whatever you confess to
Until then you won't see the light of day.
There must be another way.
There must be another way.
The weathervanes are charging down the hill,
In some quixotic Calvary,
And the war machine is shaking in its sleep
And the homesick ghost of the Geronimo,
I fear is taking all the absinthe,
There must be another way.
Since Geneva's nearly drowned,
Since the tinsmith was gagged and bound,
Since the rich boys got away,
Two shovels and a skull of the widower brave.
Another indefinite detention,
Another tradition saved,
All hail the line of crooked white chiefs,
Whose father stole the bones from an Indian grave.
There must be another way.
There must be another way.
There must be another
Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo.
Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo.
Hey Geronimo, hey Guantanamo.
They haven’t departed.
They haven’t gone home.
The trials haven’t started.
No evidence shown.
They don’t get no visits.
They don’t get no calls,
and nobody tells them nothing at all.
The headphones and the blindfolds,
the days and the weeks.
The overalls of orange, the manacled feet.
A Kafka-esque nightmare.
A legal black hole.
A corner of Cuba
named Guantanamo.
The warmongers tell us
they gave up their rights
when they attacked us
and our way of life.
Oh but our way of life
depends on the law.
On liberty and freedom
and justice for all.
Well they talk about justice in the US of A.
It’s the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Yea, but outside of America anything goes.
From Bagram to Abu Ghraib
to Guantanamo.
In 70's Ulster the government thought
if they locked up the suspects
the terror would stop.
But all that internment actually did
was provide the Provos
with more angry kids.
Oh but sometimes I wonder if our leaders really care?
They rely on these demons to keep people scared.
And unwilling to question the fate of those poor souls who lie
rotting in the cages of Guantanamo
They run for it down the road,
With an arm around her waist,
He leads her to a place,
El sol calienta alla en lo alto
Y la palma real nos alumbra
Orgullo de mi tierra cubana
Aqui no hay canto en vano
The sun heats above
And the royal palm enlights us
With the pride of my Cuban soil
Here it can't be found
A song in vain
Mi casa y su casa - Guantanamo
The grass is greener on my side - eh eh eh
And I got all my moros here - Guantanamo
Just me y my familia - eh eh eh
Ey chico!
Just idle the car while I run in to the super Mercado
Cop the Cuban bootleg compay Segundo
Gon' barbeque, ya know ill kebab
Only this time, no blues brotha
The vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school learn buiss'
Tell'em; respect the whole nine
Respect them old folks
Take my dinner with the Don
Couscous with parmesan
The sun is about to set
Hawaiian shirts, Havana cigars
Red sky, hot breeze, ladies like the guitars
And I can assure ya ass my pueblo is ghetto
Veteran cars ain't no flat tire, just hold on
Or we can lounge in Tangier
Not the one in Vegas, naah the one in Maroc
Cruise the Atlantic, from yours to my block
Mo' hot sauce, mo' sipping, mo' palmas, mo' bailar
El son de mi cuba
Me da los buenos dias
Desayuno y al salir
Todo el mundo ya esta arriba
Oye chico subele el volumen
Me encanta ese bolero
Y esta cola para el pan
Le da la vuelta al mundo entero
Ahora ya en La Habana
Viejas calles con aire colonial
Los problemas no se ocultan
Pero hay dulzura al pasar
Las palmas como el Che
Orgullecen el paisaje
Voy cantando
De donde son los cantantes
Por mi isla mi compadre voy cruzando
Solo en shorts, con mis gafas
Mi chevy y el sol ardiente
Hoy es un dia especial
Porque hoy me voy para Oriente
The sun of my Cuba
Salutes me good morning
I take breakfast and come out
The whole world is already up
Hey chico turn the volume up
Coz I love this bolero
And this line to buy the bread, goes around the entire world anyway
Now picture La Habana
The old streets with colonel air
Problems can't be hidden
But you'll find sweetness at you pass by
The palms like El Che bring pride to the landscape
While I'm singing
"De donde son los cantantes"
Only in shorts with my sunglasses
My chevy and the burning sun
Today is a special day
Coz today I'm on my way to the Orient
A million degrees u can barely move
Plus la salsa making it hotter
In this Cohiva groove
Life is what u make it
It's that simple & plain
Sometimes u get sunshine
But 4 now we got no rain
Move it to the left
Back up a bit
Ok hold it there
We gonna watch the game
Even though the signal ain't clear
Where I'm from they call it cricket
Around here it's pelota
That's 2 great games
Coming from two proud cultures
You've seen them play their part on the streets from the start
Some of the greatest came from here you know they got heart
Role models from the block deep down in the ditch
Then they switch hit a 6
A ball left man off the pitch
Ouwee!
Lights out, ain't got no electricity for the rest of the night
We don't care, lighters up
Bounce to this beat, 'til the sun gon' come up
Mo hot sauce, mo sipping, mo palmas, mo baile
Mo sunshine
Esto va para Alamar y para el resto de mi Cuba
Nobody knows how it goes in guantanamo
Terror level orange fear fall like dominoes
Leap but not looking let's jump geranamo
Nobody knows what goes in guantanamo
Machiaveli Machiaveli then i found a quite compelling
Story that the Prince is telling now becoming foul smelling
Justified and over selling listen to your own gut feeling
Conscious screaming now it's yelling
Good's not dealt from dirty dealing
Machiaveli Machiaveliyou can call us yellow belly
But from Bali to New Dehli people see what your revealing
See them rising from their kneeling
waking up from their unfeeling
Machiaveli's been dispelled by
trading vengence in for healing
Nobody knows how it goes in guantanamo
Terror level orange fear fall like dominoes
Leap but not looking let's jump geranamo