~ An Allodial American citizen is a foreign national to the United States OF America, hence an Al Merican / Al Morrocan / American citizen. international rights are reserved that should not be violated by a state whose business is in commerce, not human affairs. Mutual courtesies are to be exchanged by both ships; the Christians (Modern Europeans / Caucasians) and Moslems (Asiatics/Moors) alike for one another, until either party is in dishonor, of which the corporate united states is guilty of for processing human beings under labels like “black”, “negro”, and “colored” classifications to conceal nationality inheritance of the aborigenes. ~
#JoseMartí, a #NationalHero, brought u the facts and died for it.
The reason why #Cubans would never cede the Isle to the union states is because they KNEW and they KNOW that the union states are SUBJECT to them.
Because Cuba is part of #AlMorocco AND #Amexem, and the union states impressed war and Martial Law upon them through colonialism AGAINST THEIR OWN OATHS, as they’ve done to us Muurs of America and are still doing today.
The u.s. (not to be confused with America) is treasonous against their own country! There is no loyalty even unto themselves.
Muurenos all over; but ESPECIALLY aborigenes of Cuba, Al Morocco (America) Mexico, Chile, Puerto Rico, and even the aborigenes of China and the Afrakans… have a duty to one another cuz we been in this fight from jump as a unit.
As #AseertheDukeofTiers would say; DO THE KNOWLEDGE.
And don’t forget that #NobleDrewAli told you that even your own fez & turban-wearing #Muurs can turn against their people. There are sellouts everywhere. Even back then. There will be in the future.
Everlasting life does not come easily in this physical density as the toil is such, existing within a Human body.
SHE was born💚
If the Universe is within, and it is mental, and if we exhist a Star of David on Earth (Arm Leg Leg Arm Head; As Above, So Below in 360 degrees), and the star is the circle burning so bright that it shoots Ray’s of light, then everything is every thing; ever expanding and contracting, like the Womb, depending upon how much space we give the Universe to exist within ourselves.
The sun within us (we call it our solar plexus, or our “core”) is just a morsel of the Sun contained within the vessel of the body, the center of our bodies, our fire breath, which is what makes us a Spiritual Being having a physical experience. Wow! What a crazy revelation!
And if what is within is also without, then the Earth has its core just like we do, and can humans not be parasitic or helpful to the Wombniverse, just like how parasites and helpers exist within the body, since we exist within the body of the Wombniverse? Technically, we are living organisms inside of something else’s body and it’s inner workings, like how things live inside our bodies as well.
So if that’s true, then the Wombniverse is the mother, birthing galaxies and stars and planets and comets and such, and if something is parasitic to it (unaligned with Balance and the Laws of N-t-r), will it not eject the parasite to heal itself and keep the helpers like the body does when it detoxes?
This must be what principles of respect and of Love are all about. And if the Ma’at Earth feels toxic, s/he is allowed- just like any of us, to start over and remove the parasites from the Body, As s/he is an organ of the Wombniverse responsible for making sure it stays balanced and alive.
The Uni-verse only exists within when we are in uni-sun with our provider, the Wombniverse. This is harmony. Harmony creates balance. Balance begets Peace.
And then the orchestra plays on.
Versatile Rapper, Lyricist, and Producer Butch Yung takes us through a day-in-the-life of turning Lemons to Lemonade with his latest release “No Sleep in the Trap”. This Audio Portrait is like that of an Ernie Barnes collectible, with production like a synesthetic pallet of sound painting a picture of daily life in the trap working cold, hungry nights for brighter days. The Trap’s glamourized popularity is not its reality- and most certainly not for everyone.
Such a world is an Alto Sax, whispering melancholic brushstrokes of its sorrowed actuality. Signature snare patterns of its war-torn ambiance are accentuated by the intricately laced machine gun dumping that litters late nights in every hood. Sounds of a Trench Town can be heard in the magnetic drive of this murky, eerily romantic piece where the Soul of the streets collide with pressures from the trap like rapids crashing against huge boulders, forcing Coal to create Diamonds by its very own nature.
Overdoz finally drops its album 2008, with fans eagerly awaiting its release since…well, 2008! If you’ve never heard of them, say hello to these West Coast rock stars, whose name rings bells across the land from Dena to South Los Angeles and beyond.
The brothers have been together since day one, chillin’ on avenues and cruising highways most Cali Natives would only pass through. Documenting their journeys in LA, Overdoz takes us back as far as 2008, When Everybody Loved Everybody.
One thing most people don’t know much about is 4711 Expo, the studio where several paths crossed, including the likes of Miguel, ASAP Rocky, Jhene Aiko, Dom Kennedy, the Fistacuffs, THC, and several other aspiring local artists who would collaborate. Folks from every hood would come together in the name of creation where this studio once stood, including Overdoz. It was the block no one would want to walk through at night, with burnt out light posts unworthy of fixing and street-life exchange on every corner.
Today, these old warehouses are barely recognizable, developed into the types of contemporary décor that typically follow gentrification shortly thereafter. Coffee shops and industrial conversions are tucked away on streets where underserved communities of color were once left destitute long after the LA riots had given way to an influx of black wealth amongst the Baldwin Hills, Ladera, Leimert Park, & Crenshaw areas. Although Ujima and Ujamaa principles were reserved amongst several families in the area, others would choose to take their earnings and resources outside of the community, creating an interesting dynamic between rich and poor black families from the hills down to the flat lands. These areas would later face troubles self-sustaining, but the Youth of these local towns would go on to create great art.
2008 is an important project for several reasons. Film director Calmatic has been working with Overdoz for several years, catching controversial footage like Overdoz’s “Rich White Friends” and landmarks that may someday be archived as a blast from the past alongside other monumental black eras, like the times of Black Hollywood in West Adams. These places are important to Los Angeles culture, as they are what make Southern Cali one of the dopest spots across the globe. Of course, such locations would simply be architecture if not for the people who create its diverse artistry, of which Overdoz is a part of.
Their charismatic and quirky humor blends a conscious lyrical wordplay with notes of funk, acid jazz, neo – soul and West Coast HipHop. Someday I imagine them sharing memories as old men in one of these new cafes around here, maybe even some coffee shop that sprouts up near 4711 Expo just for the irony of it.
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Why this is a privilege is because this MC is a hidden gem to the naked eye no longer. CyHi the Prynce comes with major bars, blending his life in the streets with growing up in the church. For the true brethren bred in Babylon, each disciple testifies to their spiritual walk. CyHi’s “No Dope On Sundays”documents a life of parallel and paradox, inviting Pusha T, Schoolboy Q, 2-Chainz, BJ The Chicago Kid, Travis Scott, Estelle, Jagged Edge, Kanye West and Ernestine Johnson to join him on the journey.
CyHi guides listeners through the perils of his plight to the end of a tunnel where light glows with a promise of redemption. He takes us back to the Cocaine 80’s when women were especially vulnerable to the effects poverty, often so consumed by its challenges that there was barely the wherewithal to pay attention to one’s own body. CyHi’s mother had no idea she was pregnant with him until she was six months in, consuming drugs and alcohol in her unawareness. At this point, his destiny was a coin toss.
As seen time and time again with black youth abandoned by the public school system, CyHi the Prynce would go on to become a student of life well before his adult years. He was kicked out of school and forced to define a new path for himself. He would utilize his three- dimensional experience of family, faith and street life as a tool to turn his life into a blessing. All sorts of innovative outcomes are produced in Ghettoes that typically operate as a right-brain world with a left-brain mentality. Every move is life or death and requires strategy. As a result of this struggle, a thin line between Underground Hip Hop and Pop Culture is heartfelt, because a paradox exists where Black African Natives are pushed into underserved communities and treated like experiments until their “worth” is proven in Colonial American terms. Then their innovations are taken to a mainstream market and flipped into processed factory food through the chain-of-supply. Although there is nothing wrong with reproducing something that works, CyHi notes the evolution of black culture while exploring Pan-Africanism and holding black cultural values to their own standard in ways that further elevate their communities.
“No Dope On Sundays” is an amazing documentary that moves the spirit and still holds true to the streets. It can be archived with other great Hip Hop projects in its integrity and ability to fuse classic Hip Hop with contemporary styles so seamlessly. For an in-depth conversation of “No Dope On Sundays”with CyHi the Prynce, please visit NPR Radio’s coverage for more!
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