Bombs are more precious than children Hamas Children's Education (US Senate, Feb 8, 2007) Announcer: Hilary Clinton at a press conference with Palestinian Media Watch in the US Senate criticized Palestinian television and school books: Hilary Clinton: It must stop the propaganda to which Palestinian children are being exposed. Because it basically profoundly poisons the minds of these children. Announcer: Hamas uses its television station to indoctrinate Palestinian children to value violence, hatred and martyrdom. Subtitles: Violence Hatred Martyrdom Violence (Al Aqsa TV (Hamas) 2007) These are the acts of Martyrdom-Seekers Palestine one of its leaders is Ahmad Yassin (Hamas founder) Its children carry the knife. Its children carry machine guns. The land is filled with furious lions Hatred Announcer: Palestinian children are exposed on Hamas television to charming characters who poison them with hatred. Subtitles: [Al Aqsa TV (hamas) Feb 8, 2008] Why is your name Assud (lion) since you are a rabbit? A rabbit is (a term) for a bad person and a coward. And I, Assud, will finish off the Jews and eat them, Allah willing. [Al Aqsa TV (hamas) Feb 22, 2008] Did you see the West's attack against the Messenger (Muhammad)? We will all boycott Danish products We can fight them because they cursed Allah's Messenger. If they repeat it we will kill them, by Allah. I will bite them and eat them! Martyrdom Announcer: Children are encouraged to seek death as heroic martyrs for Allah. Subtitles: Machine-gun and Quran in our hands We've grown and so has the right in the eyes of the wronged We have come! We have come! The pure blood will produce honor and glory Indoctrination Announcer: Even in kindergarten children are indoctrinated to aspire to violence and martyrdom. Subtitles: [Al Aqsa TV (hamas) May 2007] Al-Jihad! Allah Akbar! Your role model? The Prophet (Muhammad). Your path? Jihad! Your aspiration? Death for Allah. Your movement? Hamas Your movement? Hamas Bombs are more precious than children Announcer: This music video simulates the reaction of a five year old girl to her mother's suicide terror attack. The young girl concludes: Bombs are more precious than children. Subtitles: [Al Aqsa TV (hamas) May Nov. 2007] Mommy, what are you carrying in your arms? Mother prepares bomb Mommy, what are you carrying in your arms instead of me? Mother hides bomb A toy or a present for me? Come back quickly, Mommy Girl sees news about her mother's bombing Instead of me you carried a bomb in your hands. Only now, I know what was more precious than us My love (for Muhammad) will not be (merely) words. I am following Mommy in her steps! Picks up explosives in mother's drawer My mother! My mother! Subjugation under Islam Announcer: Hamas teaches their children to see themselves as the ones who will subjugate the entire world under Islam. [Al Aqsa TV (hamas) May 11, 2007] Subtitles: We are setting with you the cornerstone For world leadership under Islamic leadership. We will win, Bush! We will win, Sharon! Ah, Sharon is dead. We will win, Olmert! We will win! We will win, Condoleezza! [Al Aqsa TV (hamas) Mar. 30, 2008] Bush: Who are you, what brings you here to my home? Child: My daddy, you killed him in the Iraq war. And mommy, you killed her with the criminal Zionists, in Lebanon. Bush, I must take my rights with the sword of Islam. Bush: I repent, just don't kill me. Where are my guards? Guards! Child: (Laughing) There are no guards, and your people surrendered, oh Bush. I'm coming with billions of children from Palestine, Iraq, children from Syria, Lebanon and Afghanistan. Bush: I will give you whatever you want. Come with me to the White House, you and your friends. Child: (Laughing) Bush, you are impure, and it won't help you to go to the White House. It turned into a big mosque for the Islamic nation and Muslims. I will kill you, Bush. It is your fate. I will kill you. (Stabbing Bush) I killed him. (US Senate, Feb 8, 2007 Clinton at press conference with Palestinian Media Watch) Hilary Clinton: It must stop the propagan
Duha, daughter of suicide terrorist, Reem Riyashi, sings to her mother Al Aqsa TV (Hamas) May 2007 Mommy, what are you carrying in your arms instead of me? Reem prepares bomb Mommy, what are you carrying in your arms instead of me? Mother hides bomb A toy or a present for me? Mommy Reem! Why did you put on your veil? Are you going out, Mommy? Come back quickly, Mommy Girl sees news about her mother's bombing My mother! My mother! Instead of me you carried a bomb in your hands. Only now, I know what was more precious than us My love (for Muhammad) will not be (merely) words. I am following Mommy in her steps! My mother! My mother! (Picks up explosives in mother's drawer) My mother! My mother!
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T.I. featuring Justin Timberlake - Dead And Gone Lyric:-
[T.I talking]
Ay, lemme kick it to you right quick man,
Nawt on some gangsta shit man on some real shit
Anybody who been through the same thing im sure you feel the same way
[Hook]
Ohh (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh.. (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and gone,
Dead and Gone, dead and…
[Verse 1]
Every had one of them days wish you would have stayed home,
Run into a group of niggas who gettin their hate on,
You walk by - they get wrong,
You reply then shit get blown,
Way out of proportion way bad discussion,
Just you against them pick one then rush them,
Figure you get jumped here thats next,
They don’t wanna stop there now they bustin,
Now you gushin ambulance rushin,
You to the hospital with a bad concusion,
Plus you hit four times but it hit yo spine,
Paralyzed waist down and ya wheelchair bound,
Never mind that now you lucky to be alive,
Just thinkin it all started fussin wit three guys,
Nigga pride in the way but your pride is the way you can f**k
around get shot down anyday,
Niggas die everyday,
All little bullshit, dope money, dice games, for their hood shit,
Could this be cuz of hip-hop music,
Or did the ones with the good sense not use it,
Usually niggas don’t know what to do when they back against the wall,
So they just start shootin,
For red or for blue or for blow I guess,
From Bankhead at the old projects,
No more stress now I’m straight,
Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my
family stake,
That part of me left yesterday
The harder me is strong today,
No regrets I’m blessed to say the old me dead and gon away,
[Hook]
Ohh (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and gone,
Dead and Gone,
And Ohh.. (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and gone,
Dead and Gone, dead and…
[Verse 2]
I ain’t neva been scared I live through tragic,
Situations could been dead lookin back at it,
Most of that shit didn’t even have to happen,
But you think about it when you out there trappin’,
In the appartments hangin’, smokin and rappin,
Niggas start shit next thing we know we cappin,
Get locked up then didn’t even get mad,
Now I think about that what a life I had,
Most of that shit look back just laugh,
Some shit still look back get sad,
Thinkin my home boy still be around had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time,
I won that fight I lost that war,
I could still see my nigga walkin out that door,
Who would of thought I’d never see Philant no more,
Got enough dead homies I don’t want no more,
Cuz a nigga his jump cost me more,
I’d a took that ass whoppin out for sure,
Now think before I risk my life,
Take them chances to get my stripes,
A nigga put his hands on me alright,
Otherwise stand there talk shit all night,
Cuz I hit you and you sue me,
I shoot you get locked up poor me,
No more stress now I’m straight,
Now I get it now I take time to think before I make mistake just for my
family stake,
That part of me left yesterday
The harder me is strong today,
No regrets I’m blessed to say the old me dead and gon away,
[Hook]
Ohh (hey)
I’ve been travelin on this road too long (too long)
Just tryin find my way back home (back home)
But the old me’s dead and g
T.I. Featuring Rihanna - Livin’ Your Life Lyric
(Rihanna):
You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars.
And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
Instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
You got no time for no inters.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it’ll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I’m a paper chaser.
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
(T.I.):
Nevermind what haters say, ignore them ’til they fade away.
Amazing they ungreat for after all the games I gave away.
Safe to say I paved the way, for you can’t get paid today.
You still be wasting days away, nah had I never saved the day.
Consider them my protégé, how much I think they should pay.
Instead of being gracious, they violated and made you wait.
I never been a hater still I love them, yeah I graze the way.
Some say they so yay and no they couldn’t even work on Labor day.
It aint that they black or white, their hands of area in shades of grey.
I’m West side anyway, even if I left the day it fades away.
Some move away to make a way not move away cause they afraid.
I’ll go back to the hood and all you ever did was hate away.
I pray for patience but they make me want to face away.
Like I once made them scream, now I could make them plead their case away.
Been thuggin’ all my life, can’t say I don’t deserve to take a break.
If you ever see me catch a case, and watch my future fade away.
(Rihanna):
You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars.
And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
Instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
You got no time for no inters.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it’ll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I’m a paper chaser.
Just living my life.
(T.I.):
I’m the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid.
Allergic to the counterfeit, impartial to the politics.
Articulate but still would grab a nigga by the collar quick.
Whoever had problems, they reckonsile they just holla ’til.
If that don’t work and just fails, then turn around and follow ’til.
I got love for the game but ay I’m not in love with all of it.
I do without the fame and the rappers nowadays are comedy.
The hootin’ and the hollerin’, back and forth with the argueing.
Where you from, who you know, what you make and what kind of car you in.
Seems as though you lost sight of whats important with the positive.
And checks until your bank account, and you’re about poverted.
Your values is a disarrayed, prioritized are horribly.
Unhappy with the riches cause you pis-pone morraly.
Ignoring all prior advice and fore warning.
And we might be full of ourselves all of a sudden aren’t we?
(Rihanna):
You’re gonna be a shining star, and fancy cars, fancy car-ars.
And then you’ll see, you’re gonna go far.
Cause everyone knows, who you are-are.
So live your life, ay ay ay.
Instead of chasing that paper.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
You got no time for no inters.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
No telling where it’ll take you.
Just live your life (Oh!), ay ay ay.
Cause I’m a paper chaser.
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
Just living my life (ay), my life (oh), my life (ay), my life (oh)
So live your life.
Verse 1
It was two weeks after the day she turned 18
all dressed in white, going to the church that night
She had his box of letters in the passenger seat,
six pence in her shoe
something borrowed something blue
and when the church doors opened up wide she put her veil down trying to hide the tears oh
she just couldn’t believe it
she heard the trumpets from the military band and the flowers fell out of her hands
Chorus
Baby, why’d you leave me, why’d you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I’ll never know
I cant even breathe
It’s like I’m, looking from a distance, standing in the background
Everybody’s saying, he’s not coming home now,
This can’t be happening to me
This is just a dream
Verse 2
The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray
lord please lift his soul and heal this hurt
then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard
then they handed her a folded up flag and
she held on to all she had left of him oh and what could’ve been
and then guns rang one last shot and it felt like a bullet in her heart
Chorus
Baby, why’d you leave me, why’d you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I’ll never know
I can’t even breathe
It’s like I’m, looking from a distance, standing in the background
Everybody’s saying, he’s not coming home now,
This can’t be happening to me
This is just a dream
Baby, why’d you leave me, why’d you have to go
I was counting on forever, now I’ll never know
Ohh i’ll never know
It’s like I’m, looking from a distance, standing in the background
Everybody’s saying, he’s not coming home now,
This can’t be happening to me
This is just a dream
Oh this is just a dream
just a dream, ya [fading out]
“One of my earliest boxing memories is sitting on the ring apron at the Repton Boxing Club watching my older brothers train. Sitting there, ringside with my Dad, I couldn't wait for it to be my turn. By the time I was old enough to start training I already knew how to hold my hands in the correct position and throw a number of combinations (my brothers had shown me how and I practiced at every opportunity!). I remember my first fight. I was 11 years old. Sitting in the dressing room, there were about 15 other young boxers getting ready too. Everyone was asking each other, who are you fighting, who are you fighting. There was this one big guy sitting in the corner wrapping his hands. Someone asked him, Hey, who are you fighting, Someone called A. Lee he said with a shrug. That's when I knew I was in for a rough night! As I stood in the corridor before my ring entrance, my stomach was in knots, to say I was nervous would've been an understatement! Walking to the ring, I looked across at my family, the whole clan had turned out to support me. I remember thinking to myself, I don't care how big this guy is I’m not losing this fight! Anyway, to cut a long story short, I won the fight and many more after that.” Visit Andy on MOLI.com
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