Please post any good memories you have of bimbo.... he rest in peace now and its time to s
Please post any good memories you have of bimbo.... he rest in peace now and its time to share good stories of him...
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Pow-wow to this Propoganda!!! Uncle Sam.......
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This Is My Third Video,Made From Photos Taken At 2 Seperate POWWOWS.The Video Has Oglala L
This Is My Third Video,Made From Photos Taken At 2 Seperate POWWOWS.The Video Has Oglala Lakota Traditional,Fancy,Grass,Jingle Dress And Fancy Shawl Dancers.Men,Women And Children,Of All Ages Dancing In Wanblee,S.D. & Pine Ridge,S.D..I Chose The Music From John Anderson-SEMINOLE WIND,To Go With This Video.After Going To The Powwows On The Reservations,In South Dakota...I Developed A Deep Respect,Love And Admiration For ALL THE LAKOTA INDIGENOUS PEOPLE,Especially The OGLALA SIOUX TRIBE!I May Be A White Woman In Skin...BUT I AM LAKOTA AT HEART!!!
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A Tribute to the Native North Americans. Words and Music by Robbie Robertson & the Red Roa
A Tribute to the Native North Americans. Words and Music by Robbie Robertson & the Red Road Ensemble.
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Words of Wisdom: "The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests,
Words of Wisdom: "The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged....
Out of the Indian approach to life there came a great freedom, an intense and absorbing respect for life, enriching faith in a Supreme Power, and principles of truth, honesty, generosity, equity, and brotherhood as a guide to mundane relations.
You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round..... The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours....
Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves".
-Black Elk (Oglala) 1863-1950
Tribute to the Native American people....
Indian Tribes on Native American Nations:
Abenaki Apache Arrapaho Blackfeet Caddo, Cherokee Chickasaw Chippewa Choctaw Comanche Creek Delaware Digger, Fox Iowa Kansas Kickapoo Kiowa Miami Missouri Mississippi Choctaw Munsee Omaha Osage Ossipee Otoe Ottawa Pawnee Pequawket Pottawatomie Quapaw Sac Seminole Shawnee Sioux Winnebago Winnesauke Wyandot.
Thanks Frankie at LaManouche Designs for the psp tubes, http://www.LaMmanouche.com/
and sylvie_roy3 at eSnips for your version of:
Four Direction Wind
http://www.esnips.com/profile/3f7fa882-2d75-40e3-916e-b5a19f a9ced2
Thanks for watching!
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Sioux ghost and buffalo dance filmed by Thomas Edison in 1894
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[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
Yes, it is I says me
And although me
By morning three, cause t
[Intro: Bushwick Bill]
Yes, it is I says me
And although me
By morning three, cause they're weak
[laughter]
Yes, yo!, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about the hearts of men
Who knows what evil lurks within them
But lets take a travel down the blindside
And see what we find on this...
Path...
Called...
[Verse One: Kurupt]
Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shit
I get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fits
The gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethal
Niggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refill
I'm murderin niggaz, Yo, and maybe because of the tone
I kicks my grip, the mic and kick shit
Niggaz can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
Nuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin
What don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and Slauson
Take a walk through the hood, and we up to no good
Slangin on things like a real ho
G should, I'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten so
When you're slippin, I slip the clip in
But ain't no steady tripppin
Cause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafia
Think about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya
Ain't nathin but a buster
I'm Stranded on Death Row for pumpin slugs in motherfuckers
Now you know you're outdone
Feel the shotgun, Korrupt inmate cell block one
[Verse Two: RBX]
No prevention from this mention of sorts
Your're a victim, from my driveby of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braile
From the lunatic, I death like arsenic
When I kick up wicked raps
That the grain will hit the scratch
With treachery, my literary form will blast
And totally surpass the norm
Not a storm, plural, make it, many storms
When I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and arms
In this dimension, I'm the presenter
And the inventor, and the tormentor
Deranged, like the hillside strangler
MC mangler, tough like Wrangler
I write a rhyme, hard as concrete
Step to the heat and get burned like mesquite
So what you wanna do
The narrator RBX, cell block two
[Verse Three: Lady of Rage]
Rage, lyrical murderer
Stranded on Death Row
And now I'm servin a lifetime sentence
There'll be no repentence
Since it's the life that I choose to lead
I plead guilty
On all counts let the ball bounce where it may
It's just another clip into my AK
Buck em down with my underground tactics
Facts and stacks of clips on my matress
Bed frame there's another dead pain
Layin lain with the shame, who's to blame
Me, the lady of Rage
On when I'm comin from the D-E-A-T-H in
R-O-W takin, no shit
So flip and you're bound to get dropped
It's 187 on motherfuckers don't stop
Handcuffed as I bust there'll be no debate
It's Rage, from cell block eight
[Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
And yo steppin through the fog
And creepin through the smog
It's the number one nigga from the hood, Doggy Dogg
Makin videos, now I stay in Hollywood
Bustin raps for my snaps now they call me Eastwood
Dre is the doctor and my homey little nigga
Warren G is my hand and my hand's on the trigga
Shootin at the hoes with the game that I got
Sent to death row cause I wanted to make a quick one servin my rocks
And I'm still, servin for mines, peace
To my motherfuckin homies doin time
In the pen and the county jail
Mobbin with your blues on, mad as hell
And you say yeah fuck the police
And all the homies on the streets is all about peace
And it's drivin the cops crazy
But ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh
No I'm not flaggin, but I'm just saggin
I betcha don't wanna see the D-O double G
And you can't see, the D-R to the E
Or my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.
You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJ
That's my homey and we call him Warren G
Yeah, and you don't stop
Doggy Dogg break em down with the motherfuckin Dogg Pound
That's the only way we'll beat em man
We gotta smoke em, then choke em
Like the motherfuckin peter man
It's like three and to the two
And two and to the one
Cell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done
[Outtro : Bushwick Bill]
Yo, now you know the path I'm on
You think you're strong, see if you can travel on
Cause only the weak, will try to speak
Those who are quiet, will always cause riots
There's three types of people in the world
Those who don't know what happened
Those who wonder what happened
And people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!
[ www.azlyrics.com ]
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Beyonce Naughty Girl
(C) 2003 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT
Beyonce Naughty Girl
(C) 2003 SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT
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