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Silence is the lack of audible sound or presence of sounds of very low intensity. By analogy, the word silence can also refer to any absence of communication or hearing, including in media other than speech and music. Silence is also used as total communication, in reference to nonverbal communication and spiritual connection. Silence also refers to no sounds uttered by anybody in a room or area. Silence is an important factor in many cultural spectacles, as in rituals.
In discourse analysis, speakers use brief absences of speech to mark the boundaries of prosodic units. Silence in speech can be due to hesitation, stutters, self-correction—or a deliberate slowing of speech to clarify or aid the processing of ideas. These are short silences. Longer pauses in language occur in interactive roles, reactive tokens, or turn-taking.
According to cultural norms, silence can be positive or negative. For example, in a Christian Methodist faith organization, silence and reflection during the sermons might be appreciated by the congregation, while in a Southern Baptist church, silence might mean disagreement with what is being said, or perhaps disconnectedness from the congregated community.
A festival is an event ordinarily celebrated by a community and centering on some characteristic aspect of that community and its religion or traditions, often marked as a local or national holiday, mela or eid. Next to religion and folklore, a significant origin is agricultural. Food is such a vital resource that many festivals are associated with harvest time. Religious commemoration and thanksgiving for good harvests are blended in events that take place in autumn, such as Halloween in the northern hemisphere and Easter in the southern.
Festivals often serve to fulfill specific communal purposes, especially in regard to commemoration or thanksgiving. The celebrations offer a sense of belonging for religious, social, or geographical groups, contributing to group cohesiveness. They may also provide entertainment, which was particularly important to local communities before the advent of mass-produced entertainment. Festivals that focus on cultural or ethnic topics also seek to inform community members of their traditions; the involvement of elders sharing stories and experience provides a means for unity among families.
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Miami (/maɪˈæmi/; Spanish pronunciation: [maiˈami]) is a city located on the Atlantic coast in southeastern Florida and the county seat of Miami-Dade County. The 44th-most populated city proper in the United States, with a population of 417,650, it is the principal, central, and most populous city of the Miami metropolitan area, and the most populous metropolis in the Southeastern United States after Washington, D.C. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, Miami's metro area is the eighth-most populous and fourth-largest urban area in the United States, with a population of around 5.5 million.
Miami is a major center, and a leader in finance, commerce, culture, media, entertainment, the arts, and international trade. In 2012, Miami was classified as an Alpha−World City in the World Cities Study Group's inventory. In 2010, Miami ranked seventh in the United States in terms of finance, commerce, culture, entertainment, fashion, education, and other sectors. It ranked 33rd among global cities. In 2008, Forbes magazine ranked Miami "America's Cleanest City", for its year-round good air quality, vast green spaces, clean drinking water, clean streets, and city-wide recycling programs. According to a 2009 UBS study of 73 world cities, Miami was ranked as the richest city in the United States, and the world's fifth-richest city in terms of purchasing power. Miami is nicknamed the "Capital of Latin America", is the second largest U.S. city with a Spanish-speaking majority, and the largest city with a Cuban-American plurality.
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yo I mastered the flow
I know death more than Lazarus know
And me defeated isn't frequent like Nazareth snow
Hold ya urn into the air so ya ashes can blow
Put my burner in the air so the pacifist know
That I ain't scared to start a revolution
Another fixed election another injustice I'm a execute 'em
Land of the free, home of the bravest
Who you think the victim who you think the fuckin' slave is
People on the grind working for minimum wages
Working nine to nine and seein' the minimum paper
Not to mention the inadequacies of welfare
And the lack of a proper universal health care
They don't know about the common man
They care about distracting you and hope that Israel'll bomb Iran
I got a bomb in hand, and it's for George Walker
Meet ya maker motherfucka meet ya lost father
[Hook: clip from Mobb Deep]
"It's gangsta how we rock, while you watch
Attracted to our style this is how we get down... "
"Big jewelry and big guns
We get busy it get grizzly"
[Verse 2: King Syze]
This is concrete rap Q-Dimension pavin' the way
It's a sacred day waiting for my patience to pay
I'm a horse that grazin' the haters sayin' all that
I'm the evil that's born when someone good passes away
I'm both good and foul things
The love and hate an unwanted child brings
Right left life death the stress of the trial brings
The best of the wild kings that's us
This is smoked out rap get high angel dust
Roll with niggaz that be payin the dues
Playas that don't give a fuck if they lose
Live they whole life drainin' booze
Doc already told me is it rap or smoke
Is it bars of death for life or a whole in my throat
Hardheaded, livin' my life regrettin' shit
That next shit Syzemology the new testament
Do this for my niggaz call me the fan
Yo I do this for them haters sayin' my songs don't bang
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Celph Titled]
If this industry's a movie I'm the starring actor
You're an assistant for the intern for the back-up gaffer
But I'm only a rapper standing on two feet
Backstage with four whores on all fours
And that's on all tours
How more can I spit a punchline and an I'll statement
And keep your attention span on my records for entertainment
No explainin' it, you do the math I did the math teacher
Miss Anita spread wine under the gymnasium bleachers
Fucker, don't matter which homes speak
Cause we got pistols with barrels longer than Big Bird's beak
Plus the creamy white powder yeh we sellin' the milk D
My audio be to raw for children it's filthy
I never leave the crib without a pack of now and laters
I pack now and blap later
And ain't a player you can find rollin' down the strip with hundred rounds in clips
Packin' macks in the back of the Ac on some Big Pun shit
When you hear the click ya click run quick dick
Transportin' handguns in mini-vans that's the pistol whip
Celph Titled the gourmet chef ripple effect an
Inconspicuous spit will catch ya mens when I'm splittin ya neck.