- published: 06 Jan 2014
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The Kuomintang of China ( /ˌkwoʊmɪnˈtɑːŋ/ or /-ˈtæŋ/;KMT), sometimes romanized as Guomindang (GMD) via the Pinyin transcription system, and translated as the Chinese Nationalist Party, was one of the dominant parties of the early Republic of China, from 1912 onwards, and remains one of the main political parties in modern Taiwan. Its guiding ideology is the Three Principles of the People, advocated by Sun Yat-sen. It is the oldest political party in the Republic of China, which it helped found, and its party headquarters are located in Taipei. It is currently the ruling party in Taiwan, and holds most seats in the Legislative Yuan. The KMT is a member of the International Democrat Union. Current president Ma Ying-jeou, elected in 2008 and re-elected in 2012, is the seventh KMT member to hold the office of the presidency.
Together with the People First Party and Chinese New Party, the KMT forms what is known as the Taiwanese Pan-Blue coalition, which supports eventual unification with the mainland. However, the KMT has been forced to moderate its stance by advocating the political and legal status quo of modern Taiwan. The KMT accepts a "One China Principle" - it officially considers that there is only one China, but that the Republic of China rather than the People's Republic of China is its legitimate government. However, since 2008, in order to ease tensions with the PRC, the KMT endorses the "three noes" policy as defined by Ma Ying-jeou - no unification, no independence and no use of force.
Aristotle Pollisco (born October 18, 1977), better known by his stage name Gloc-9, is an Awit Award-winning Filipino rapper. His fast-flowing vocal style has made him one of the most successful hip-hop artists in the Philippines. He was described by fellow Filipino rapper Francis Magalona as "a blacksmith of words and letters, and a true Filipino poet."
He is an award-winning rapper who has collaborated almost a dozen of songs with other OPM artists; “Lando” collaborated with late Francis M., “Upuan” with Jaezelle, “Bagsakan” with Parokya ni Edgar and Francis M., and “Sari-Saring Kwento” with Noel Cabangon and Champ Lui Pio. His songs mostly tackle social issues such as social injustices, poverty and patriotism.
He is the son of Orlando Pollisco, Sr. and the second of four siblings: Sharito (born 1976), Orlando, Jr. (born 1978) and Sharon (born 1982). Gloc 9 is a graduate of BS Nursing. He is married to Thea Pollisco and the father of fraternal twins, Sean Daniel and Danielle Shaun.[citation needed]
Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on! [x2]
[Zev Love X]
You gota to keep on, the break of dawn shit
Smoking cancer sticks, and you don't quit
We'll never never know retore bit
No "What's up X?" The O.E. alcohol
I satill get paid and I write albums
Sip the coke rums, loop the trope drums
Thirst it down, plums I think of stunts are dunce
My rap labelmates? They all smoke blunts!
We're on this tour once, bus was all full
>From Albequerqe to like Acapolco
See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo
Busta and myself, in the back with the O.O.Z.
Deep in Cali near the valley where we saw the rains
Sess is the best till all it settles in the brain
And if you ever did, God forbid you did
Get on that bus and do a red eye to Alex Kidd
Word biz, had the whole crew relazing
Boogie Brown with the box, booming new tracks and
Quest wants a stogie, he told some to ask Dinco
He had one more, to best 'em down, now
A keep ??? a push by the backside
Sneaks hit the blacktop, damn I hate that flat top
Just then the bus driver had the nerve to
To say "Stop the smoke" he curving and swerving
He popped junk like the sea sick sales of fuss
Not like we got top post like on that De La bus
This was a Greyhound, the bunks were open
So fuck it, let the motherfucker overdose
We puffed his luck, he wasn't bullshittin
The next L was litten and hitten, so now he quittin'
We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose
Plus we had a show in L.A. that same day
He said he'd take us down but he had to shake us down
For 5 yards, between the guards that's might trife
Mad heads make mad forwns no might like
Let's ask Busta, wanna rim his white wife?
Planning to hitchhike, a six-oh, one switch
Forces in our midst, on the bust, the boy is one bitch
Niggas got edgy like a knife
Dedicating niggas delight to my man and his wife
You might think that's a bitch, because here's the shit
But only one week in Gotham a show at the Ritz
And you don't quit, til the last Philly is split
Get a buzzed bus driver over the contact blintz
And you don't quit, til the last Philly is lit