The Googly Eyes
http://pawt12.wix.com/banksy
Friday, November 30, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Results From Our Banksy Mischief Project Social Experiment
-We had a total of about 102 responses
-The most Common fear we found was the fear of failure
- The fear that i contributed to the experiment was fear of spiders (I'm not really scared of spiders though)
Sunday, November 25, 2012
What Really Happened on Thanksgiving?
A perspective from my favorite show on what may have happened on Thanksgiving
Sunday, November 18, 2012
A writer's response to Brent Staples' Black Men In Public Spaces
Ricardo Acosta's Response to Black men In Public Spaces:
"This story is a great illustration of the Black Man's views on being seen as the perpetration when no crime has been committed. He demonstrates the feelings and thoughts that are occurring as he gets marked off as a robber or a rapist. Because of what has happened to him, he takes the higher road or the intellectual road to overcome the stigma that comes with being in his demographic. What Staples does to adjust to his situation is he whistles tunes from Beethoven and Vivaldi to make him seem like an educated person instead of resorting to violence. He knew that violence is not the right way to go because of his childhood. In his story he flashes back to his childhood in Chester, Pennsylvania and the memories of burying friends and family who were victims of shootings and stabbings. He also gives occurrences like his own and friends to prove his point that black men are perceived as robbers, rapists and worse because of their looks. The story also flows very well and has very elevated & eloquent language."
Friday, November 9, 2012
"Real" Lupe Fiasco Lyrics and Song (youtube)
Uhh, Food & Liquor
Yeah, my man said he wanted somethin real..
real.. real.. real.. real
Somethin he could recognize, somethin he could feel..
feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Baby girl said she was in the mood for somethin real..
real.. real.. real.. real
Somethin that could make her move
Somethin she could feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Lusssst... sometimes can override trusssst
She said that's why she gave it up
My man said blood spilled out of everything he tou-chhhhed
He crushed everything he crushed
Ruined everything he loved, he just wanted to rushhhhh
Blamed it on the times bein rough
Doin dirt, with the devil, chasin after the dusssst
Make a fussss, if it's them, but we hushhh, if it's us
That's why, my momma said she wanted somethin REAL..
real.. real.. real.. real
Somethin she could be proud of, somethin she could FEEL..
feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
She said they so used to not havin nuttin real..
real.. real.. real.. real
That they don't know how to act
They don't know how to feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Lifffffe... ain't meant to come around twiiiice
Yeah, that's why I gotta get it right
They said I got it honest now I gotta give it LIFE
But sleep on it, that's why God give you night
I mean, I had a dream that, God gave me FLIGHT
Too fly for my own good so, God gave me plight
If I wake up in the mornin now I gotta give 'em SIGHT
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]
Make 'em see, break 'em free, ain't a G, sho' you right
The game is not to give 'em nuttin REAL..
real.. real.. real.. real
Nothin they could use, nuttin that they could FEEL..
feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Give 'em a bunch of lies and teach 'em that it's REAL..
real.. real.. real.. real
So that's all that they a-know
That's all that they a-feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Struggle... yeah yeah, another sign that God love you
Cause on the low, bein po', make you humble
Keep they names in my rhymes to try and keep them out of trouble
Cause bein po', also teach you how to hustle
All they want is some shoes or some rims for they bubble
Now that I got my own, I can hit them with a couple
Couple, my homies so they ain't got no reason to cuff you
That's my plan, if I can, on the man, up above you
That's why, I gotta give 'em somethin REAL..
real.. real.. real.. real
Somethin they could recognize, somethin they could FEEL..
feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
To my homies on the block I gotta give 'em somethin real..
real.. real.. real.. real
Somethin that'll make 'em stop
Somethin they can feel.. feel.. feel.. feel
Yo! For real, really real, yeah!
Know what it is, woo!
Baby girl said she was in the mood for somethin REAL..
real.. real.. real.. real
Let's go!
[Sarah Green - to fade]
So real.. so real..
"Real As It Gets" Jay-Z ft. Young Jeezy Lyrics and Song (youtube)
Yeah, see it's that
It's that 'Blueprint 3' shit, right here
It's that 'TM 103' shit, right here
You ready? You ready, Hov? Let's go!
Hands up!
Allow me to reintroduce myself
At the same time reintroduce my wealth
At the same time rejuvenate the game
It's for my ol' dog niggas that shoots the 'caine
Now, what my B-dawg said, I respect the game
GD's, Vice Lords, the Crips, the same
And I know y'all 'bout to say this off the chain
Tell 'em fake trappin' ass niggas stay out my lane
See I ain't dead or in jail, I can't complain
And when these fake niggas gone, I shall remain
And if you just tunin' in, let me explain
You know I keep that 47, Uday Hussein
These niggas way too far, I played the game
And if you listen hard enough I say some things
And when that sack got low, I shave them things
And put 'em right back together, I made them things
Now, put your sacks in the air if you represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Wave your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey, well, this is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh
(South-side)
Hey, hey, oh, oh
(South-side)
This is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh
(South-side)
Hey, hey, oh, oh
(I got it, Jeezy)
This is real as it gets
Now, where the south-side at? Wassup, wassup?
Where the west coast at? Put your W's up
Where my east coast niggas, that hustle to live?
And all my niggas up north that's doin' a bid?
Oh yeah, I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare
I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here
These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care
They stories about this world, I wonder if y'all hear
It don't really matter as long as they stay clear
Clear of the real shit we doin' over here
When my nigga get home, I'm gonna send him a Lear
For all the time he been down, get him right up in the air
With a couple of broads, get him right up in the air
Mile High Club, get him right up in there
Send my nigga some gear like he never missed a year
By the time you hear this song, he'll be standing right here
Real nigga shit there
Now, put your sacks in the air if you represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Wave your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey, well, this is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh
This is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh
This is real as it gets
A hundred million to the good and I'm still talkin' yayo
At a snails pace I won this race that y'all trail
Uh, uh, Blueprint's for sale
Follow in my footprints, you can't fail
Set sail, I used to duck shots, but now I eat quail
I'll probably never see jail
Each tale contains more of the truth
Of the statute allows me to go into detail
Uh, close your eyes, you can smell
Hov's the audio equivalent of Braille
That's why they feel me in the favelas in Brazil
And Waterhouse, 'cause real recognize real, rah
You know me, I don't need no introduction
Call me, make a lil' somethin' out of nothin'
Everywhere you go, we the topic of discussion
Damn, that's gotta be disgusting
Uh, shit make you wanna throw up
This is BigBoy Music, it should make me wanna grow-up
Flows like syrup, it just make you wanna pour up
And is it just me, or this makes you wanna roll up?
A big fat one, then unpack one
Then unwrap one, peel back one
They use to call me Jizzle with the stamp in the middle
And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle, wassup
Now, put your sacks in the air if you represent your clique
Money in the air if you ever hear the lick, baby
Wave your hands in the air, if you know that you that bitch
Say you looking for the real, hey, well, this is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh
This is real as it gets
Hey, hey, oh, oh
Hey, hey, oh, oh
This is real as it gets
This is real as it gets
Yeah, I am serious, straight-up
No bullshit
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Some Banksy Street Art
After watching Exit Through the Gift Shop I was inspired to post some of Banksy's work and a link to more: http://www.boredpanda.com/80-beautiful-street-crimes-done-by-banksy/
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