The People v H&W

My Bad

2008-12-23T05:51:00.002-05:00

I'm sorry finals, relationships, and people are a bitch.

Anyways the cold and snow and people just don't go together. I was in a car accident a couple days ago and it was horrible. My car is damn near totaled and the person drove clean off and left me with the bill.

Moving past that, note: That we as Americans have hit the 75th anniversary of Congress repealing the 18th amendment, Prohibition.

After Prohibition's "dramatic increase in illegal activity, including unsafe black market alcohol production, organized crime, and noncompliance with alcohol laws," Congress noted, the repeal of Prohibition allowed the creation of "a transparent and accountable system of distribution and sales" that generated "billions of dollars in Federal and Sales tax revenues and additional billions to the economy annually." - Taken from Alternet

Is it safe to say that the same thing can be attributed to drugs or at least marijuana. Would American life be better off if bud was taxed like alcohol? Would it be a better economic stimulus then multi-billion dollar bailouts???

UNTIL WE BLOG AGAIN....

Excuse the Disappearance

2008-10-18T14:11:00.003-04:00

My bad the instituition that I pay my life's worth can't seem to get the internet working. Hmmm conspiracy or just another business not caring about the little guy.

I am different, I'm sorry. I do feel it's a cop out to say that you are a product of your enviorment, but I do agree that people from different places will get into conflict on basic views. I was raised better to not like somebody for their views. Its the content of their charecter that defines them. I don't come from money but I come wisdom and knowledge. Also, I was raised to be colorblind and not judgemental. Please don't judge me for being different. I am from the hood' and its ok because I'm better than that and I will make my community better because it helped raise me. I learned values that some places couldn't ever teach me. On the flip side it taught me things that most shouldn't ever know, but does this make me different. I'm here to get an education just like anyone else...

Why do we judge each other???

You Tryin' To Get Brolic?

2008-10-15T02:39:00.011-04:00

Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge?

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though,

That ether,

That shit that make your soul burn slow

To make a long story short, my iPod was on shuffle. Right as I was coming in my room to take my ass to bed, what comes on? Possibly the greatest diss record every laid down on wax. I couldn't help myself and had to press the "repeat one" button.

How can you not?

Enjoy,

Winfield

"Ether"

[gunshots]

[2Pac talking]

("Fuck Jay-Z")

What's up niggas,

Ay yo,

I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog

You? What?

("Fuck Jay-Z")

You been on my dick nigga,

You love my style, nigga

("Fuck Jay-Z")

[Chorus]

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether

(Will) Teach you the king you know you

(Not) "God's Son" across the belly

(Lose) I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event

Y'all impatiently waiting

It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?

Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big

Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy

I embrace y'all with napalm

Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone

How could Nas be garbage?

Semi-autos at your cartilage

Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne

I got this, locked since '9-1

I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced

Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas

With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music

Check it

[Chorus]

[talking]

Ay yo, pass me the weed,

Pour my ashes out on these niggas man

(no doubt)

Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fucking ring

[Chorus]

I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten

Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten

Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)

Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face

Y'all some "well wishers," (bitch niggas)

Friendly acting, envy hiding snakes

With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?

When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep

That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef

Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo

To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle

This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid

When KRS already made an album called Blueprint first,

Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big

Dick sucking lips, won't you let the late, great veteran live?

[talking]

(I...will...not...lose)

"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already

The king is back

Where my crown at?

(Ill...Will)

Ill Will rest in peace

Let's do it niggas

[Chorus]

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches

What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother

You traded your soul for riches

My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous

And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it

You seem to be only concerned with dissing women

Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?

Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me

Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly

In '88 you was getting chased through your building

Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers

All I did was gave you a style for you to run with

Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god

Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars

No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case

Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase

You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan

I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class

You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?

Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge?

Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though

That ether,

That shit that make your soul burn slow

Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?

Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy

Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter

And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?

Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas

And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?

Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas

In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas

Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss

What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?

Ne-gro please

You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat

Compared to Beans you wack

And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame

Your ass went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit

You a dick-riding faggot, you love the attention

Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons

Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick

Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick

Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick

So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick

How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?

Wanted to be on every last one of my classics

You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

Death by Midterms

2008-10-14T09:27:00.006-04:00

So... why do we have midterms anyways? The whole concept seems archaic. The stress alone is enough to turn to the bottle... or the gun. Here I am, a student, tired as fuck on a tuesday morning. This really isn't any different than any other tuesday morning in that I was late to my 8 am class like usual, except last night I was up super late reading over bullshit we had already been tested on, not up super late lookin at porno (okay, okay... I watched a little porno last night too).

But really, midterms? The whole point is to gauge a student's knowledge of a subject. But really, wouldn't it be more useful to test the students of their ability to critically think about the subject, not just whether they read or not? I suppose that you couldn't really apply this theory to certain subjects such as mathematics, but even a lot of sciences are based upon if you can memorize certain formulas, complicated terms, &c.

I can stay up til 5 in the morning memorizing bullshit that I'm going to forget the next day, or I can be asked questions pertaining to the subject that will help me critically analyze what I'm supposed to be getting out of any given class. Because in the end, does a teacher really expect you to remember dates, figures and labels? No. Just a general mastery of the subject, to the point where you would be able to talk about it comfortably and with knowledge.

Can I get a witness?

-Winfield

Intro to Hannibal

2008-10-13T03:33:00.000-04:00

I am Hannibal and Hannibal is I. The question is who is Hannibal because I will remain anonymous. Hannibal got his name from the legendary general from Carthage as well from the infamous character - Hannibal Lector. Hannibal represents the drive to think out the box and venture out from societies norms to speak on everyday issues from a different perspective.

Hannibal seeks to explore anything and everything that everyday people face. From what to do now that our economy is on the verge of the biggest collapse since the Great Depression of the 1930s to whether or now Marijuana should be legal and anything and everything in between.

As with my partner in crime, Winfield, I GIVE NO FUCK about hurting peoples feelings with what I have to say. We are here to report the facts how we see them and give OUR opinions based on the conclusions that we have made. There will be no sugar coating of any sort and no individual, company, or establishment is free from criticism and even praise.

I try to stay as unbiased as possible, but hey things happen. There is good in almost everything that's bad.

Hannibal is the yang to Winfield's yin. We met in the middle to bring colossal ideas into order to share them with the world.

So on behalf of my friend and partner, I pose a question to the rest of the world. Tell us what you think based off what we think and become apart of History!!!

Introduction: Winfield

2008-10-12T03:00:00.000-04:00

My aim in contributing to "The People v H&W," my counterpart being Hannibal [H] and myself being Winfield [W], is to tell life the way it comes to me, without censorship. The content? All of the above.

I guess the next question is: Who the fuck is Winfield?

A Poet and a Gentleman... to a certain extent. I write creatively; watch foreign films; make fun of people through obscure references that only me and one other person in the room will get so we can laugh quietly together; smoke weed and masturbate... amongst many other things. I'm actually a pretty alright guy once you get to know me, or so I'm told.

Too often I find myself exerting effort in conversation trying to get people to just... understand. Confrontation is unavoidable, but to varying degrees. Some people laugh at what I say, dismissing it because they don't want to acknowledge what I say, others hear the truth and get angry that someone is lifting the top off of the metaphorical box I like to call "The Norm."

Fuck those people.

Some people are like-minded, or at least open minded. This blog is for you.

I will be the first to say, while I know somethin about somethin, I really know nothin about nothin. Admittedly, I tend to live in the concept of things, but within the concept one finds balance to be stable within reality. To stay open minded to any type of new concept could only enhance the knowledge in your world.

In conclusion: Enlighten me world, and I will enlighten you... bitch.