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The Crisis is the official magazine of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP), and was founded in 1910 by W. E. B. Du Bois (editor), Oswald Garrison Villard, J. Max Barber, Charles Edward Russell, Kelly Miller, W.S. Braithwaite, M. D. Maclean.
The original title of the journal was The Crisis: A Record of The Darker Races. From 1997 to 2003, it appeared as The New Crisis: The Magazine of Opportunities and Ideas, but the title has since reverted to The Crisis. The title derives from the poem "The Present Crisis" by James Russell Lowell. Published monthly, by 1920 its circulation had reached 100,000 copies. Du Bois proclaimed his intentions in his first editorial:
Predominantly a current-affairs journal, The Crisis also included poems, reviews, and essays on culture and history. Du Bois' initial position as editor was in line with the NAACP's liberal programme of social reform and racial equality, but by the 1930s Du Bois was advocating a form of black separatism. This led to disputes between Du Bois and the NAACP resulting in his resignation as editor in 1934. He was replaced by Roy Wilkins.
Adidja Palmer (born 7 January 1976)- better known as Vybz Kartel, is a Jamaican dancehall artist, songwriter and businessman. He has many nicknames, including: Addi, The Teacher, World Boss, Kartel, Vybz, Gaza General and Gaza Don.
Adidja Palmer began his career as a teenager in 1993 with his first recording "Love Fat Woman", released on Alvin Reid's label "One Heart", using the moniker "Adi Banton", a homage to Buju Banton. Palmer was later part of the three-member group "Vybez Cartel", keeping the slightly altered name after group split up, and became a protege of Bounty Killer, for whom he claims to have written nearly 30 songs, including "Gal Clown".
Vybz Kartel rose to prominence in 2003 after a string of hits in Jamaica. The year culminated in a pre-planned on-stage clash with Ninjaman at the annual dancehall festival Sting in Kartel's hometown of Portmore. The clash turned violent when Kartel's crewmembers, as well as Kartel himself, threw punches and assaulted Ninjaman onstage. While Kartel's manager initially blamed Ninjaman for the fracas, Kartel himself quickly apologised to Ninjaman and Sting organizers for the fracas. Four days after the incident, the two artists appeared before the press to announce a settlement of their differences and to end any animosity.
Plot
Dog Endz is a coming of age online drama by young dynamic writers Michael Kyei and Adrian Scott set in a south east London council estate, in a world of postcode gangs and their dangerous dogs. When Corey, an awkward loser, saves puppy Ghost from being drowned he has little knowledge of the journey that he is about to take. Standing up to the Neighborhood Watch and their urban terriers, Cory finds he has a talent as a dog whisperer. And when Hannah, his heart's desire, sides with him to start their own dog show on the estate, he becomes the local hero, even with the gang.
Paradise is a platinum card
Behind the wheel of your car
With your new pair of trainers
Designer clothes
Go on, I'll have seven of those
And go to ski where it snows
Its bounty sustains us
Credit
In love with the never never
Wish I could get something I really need
Videophones
With all the latest ringtones
You buy-to-let your new home
Don't care what you're spending
Then just like that
Reminders under the mat
Of your flat full of tat
The pile of debts never ending
Credit
In love with the never never
Wish I could get something I really need
Paradise is a platinum card
Behind the wheel of your car
With your new pair of trainers
Designer clothes
Go on, I'll have seven of those
And go to ski where it snows
Its bounty sustains us
Credit
In love with the never never
Wish I could get something I really need
Videophones
With all the latest ringtones
You buy-to-let your new home
Don't care what you're spending
Then just like that
Reminders under the mat
Of your flat full of tat
The pile of debts never ending
Credit
In love with the never never
"Credit"
as performed by
Tower of Power
{ Bass guitar intro }
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Do the town.
Paint it up red.
Don't worry about a thing,
You don't need no bread.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Dine in style.
Live like a king.
Keep the spirit flowing.
Ain't no big thing.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
(begin refrain)
Create a flash
With that plastic cash.
You don't need no green
To make the scene.
(end refrain)
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Check it out!
Go and get it
With your good credit.
You can
Pay your bills.
Cop a tailor made suit.
Sign on the line.
You don't need no loot.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
And I will show you what to do.
You can
Rent a car.
Fill the tank with gas.
Cruise to the limit
Without no cash.
Go and get it
That's a fact Jack.
With your good credit.
Yeah, I like it like that.
{ refrain }
Go and get it
With your good credit.
I I I got to take it with me.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
All you got to do is charge it!
{ sax solo }
Oh yeah!
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Impress
Your friends
Do it to the max.
And what do you know
You don't need no scratch.
Go and get it.
With your good credit.
Lookey here, lookey here, lookey here, lookey here.
Go and
Burn your ribs
Like ya done a lot of talking.
That need a second look
And take a honey suckle
Mother ain't no fool.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Now you know what to do.
{ refrain }
I'm trying to tell you.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Try one, try big, try to take it with me.
Go and get it
Go and get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, hey!
With your good credit.
I like it, you like, I like it, they like it, yeah!
Go and get it
With your good credit.
There's no doubt about it.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
Don't leave home without it.
Go and get it
With your good credit.
There's no doubt about it.
Go and get it
You're gonna need it.
With your good credit.
Don't leave home without it.
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
[Verse 1:]
It's like that and as a matter of fact I'm right back
Cause I never hesitate to act a fool on these tracks
My homies be callin me on tha jack like damn fool why you killin beats like that
I'm jus rappin my life
Hit tha studo in tha morning talk about what happened last night
Adventures on Candy Island
Bitches whilin while I'm jus smokin kush bubba
Me and captain Knuckes until I can think of somethin to do
Hit tha street bring F.S. tees to high class boutiques
Collect cheese and smash out
Star struck shopper, shauty almost passed out
OG status
Daddy told me it was passed down
By bosses who was doin they thing but they not here now
Respect I earned
Jus ask how
Tha world learnin what tha jets bout
Jus about tha best out
Spitta
[Chorus:]
Guess I be left alone when I'm restin in my throne
Writin that excitin
You upset cause yo girl like it
Guess I be left alone when I'm restin in my throne
Letters etched in stone
Restin next to my bones
Guess I be left alone when I'm resin in my throne
Writin that excitin
You upset cause yo girl like it
I guess I'm a physic
I told you that I would do it
Credit Spitta for reppin New Orleans hard in his music
[Verse 2:]
Pretty bitties runnin round in they unmentionables
Some things are just untwitterable
Suckas lookin for company they miserable
Spinnin on these bitches
Wheel of fortune as niggas
Them hoes don't think you boss
They think you soft
She passenger twistin, while I'm paddle shiftin the porsche
My boat shoes and argyle socks
Polo sport
96, 98 style diggin in tha crate clown
Can't label my flavor
Can't categorize my fly jet set behavior
I push a SS
Paint now and later
I pull of capers
With stealth technology off radar
Hello kitty, good bye hater
She caught in the moment, you can't save her
Eyes like red beam lasers on tha flight I'm takin
Opportunist, I can show you what makin moves is
I live through it, I show you what payin dues is
Real recognized, real I never seen you kid
Homeboy who you is
We tha Jets and this is tha set we claim dat
Get money fuck bitches to death
In front tha club smoked out
All of us in the vettes
We came back to back for two blocks back
Speed vision
Livin drunk, women, loud engines all on my cloud pimpin