This track has all the potential to be a Gentleman’s Club Classic:
Lil Wayne ft Bobby Valentino Mrs Officer/comfortable
Or a least it seemed like that Wednesday night.
Is it just me, or are Exotic Dancers easier to swoop in a Down Economy?
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s, favorite International Playboy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
I am not the one, the one to get played like a Mortage Broker
See I’m from the street, so I know whats up
On these silly games that’s played by the fly women
I’m only happy when I’m going up in them
But you know, I’m a menace to virginity
But girls in 80’s boots are so fly to me
So I step to them, with aggression
Listen to the G, and learn a lesson today
See, they think we G’s are narrow minded
Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded
So I strut over and say how you doing?
See I’m only down for swooping, but you know
Ya gotta play it off cool
Cause if they catch you slipping, you’ll get schooled
And theyll get you for your CASH, son
Next thing you know you’re getting their hair and they tans done
Fool, and they’ll let you show em off
But when it comes to sex, they got a good cough
Or a headache, its all give and no take
Run out of money, and watch your heart break
They will drop you like a bad habit
Cause a G with money yo, they gotta have it
Messing with me though, they get none
You can’t juice Michael Mason girl, cause I am not the one
[girl, you got to get these G's for all the money
You can honey. cause if they ain't got no money, they can't
Do nothing for me but get out of my face.]
[i know what you mean girl, it ain't nothing right jumping off
Unless he got dollars]
I never used to wonder
How the hell a weesh Mortgage Broker get a fine girls number
I knew he’s getting juiced for his ducats
I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket
And wont think nothing of it
She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it
I show her that I’m not the o, the n-e, say
I’m a ruthless G double G G
Cause I’m gaming on a female that’s gaming on me
You know I spell girl with a S
A G like me is only out for one thing
I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won’t bring no
Champagne to your doorstep, when we going out
Cause you’ll take it for granted, no doubt
And after the date, I’m going to want to do the wild thing
You want Le Bernardin huh? I’m thinking Burger King
And when I take you, you get frustrated
You cant juice Michael Mason and you hate it
But you see, I don’t go nuts
Over girls like you with the big ol butts
It start coming out the pocket, to knock it
But when the damage is done…
You can only lay me girl, you can’t play me girl
For the simple fact that, I’m not the one
[i don't care how they look if they got money,
We can hook up but they ain't getting none.]
[yeah I just make em think they gonna get some,
Play up they mind a lil bit, and get that money.]
[oh Michael, can I have some money pleeeease?]
Give you money why bother
Cause you know I’m looking nothing like your father
Girl, I cant be played or ganked
Ganked means getting took for your bank
Or your gold or your money or something
Nine times outta ten, shes giving up everything
They get mad when I put it in perspective
But let’s see if my knowledge is effective
To the G’s man they robbing you blind
Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind
Keep your money to yourself G
And if you got enough Game
You’ll get her name and her number
Without going under
You cant leave em and love and stay above em
I always got play now she stay behind me
Cause I said I had a Caddy and made 790
But I lied and played the one
Just to get some now she feels dumb
To my G’s its funny
But that’s what you get trying to play me for my money
Now don’t you feel used
But I don’t give hoot, huh, because I knock boots
You shouldn’t be, so damn material
And try to milk Michael Mason like cereal
Now how many times do I have to say it
Cause if I have to go get a gun
You girls will learn I don’t burn
You think I’m a sucka, but I am not the one
Just playing.
Prototype G’s listen to this track though…it’s a real track. Down Economy style:
I Ain’t The One - N.W.A.
The Rest is Up To You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Her frame goes beyond thick, she got you stunned
Living it up off the pop hits
Like a dame on a Bond flick, she’s not the one
To give it up ’til you cop shit
Just because she’s stacked right, she got your soul
Her every wish you now obey
You should be on that act right, but she got control
She say jump you scream, “OKAY! I’M RELOADED!”
N*#ga you shooting blanks
Trying to front like you got game
Her crib is sugar coated, like she lootin banks
But it’s your wallet she done claimed
When the limit of your plastic, reaches the end
You start paying for your time
She’ll be in it for the last bit, of money to spend
HA, HA, HA And you’ll be left with dimes
While she filling up
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
With the Market getting pummeled like Tommy “The Hit Man” Hearns in the third round with Marvelous Marvin Hagler I have been getting tons of emails about how to save Money in a Down Economy.
Here is a great tip:
If you are anything like me, you will have fly girls that you swooped out of Nightclubs, Gentleman’s Clubs, off the street, and from bars at your crib, five nights a week, kicking off their heels and enjoying a few drinks.
The drink of choice, typically, is to make up a Grey Goose (or some other clean vodka) and Soda for yourself and something vodka related for the fly girl. Or pop a bottle of Champagne. But we all know, top shelf liquors and French Champagne can eat into your Bankroll, especially in a Down Economy.
So for a Down Economy Hedge, save your empty Ketel and Goose bottles and funnel in some low grade vodka. Also, go down to the little Italian Market down the street and pick up some low cost Italian Proseccos or Spanish Cavas. Show me a girl who can tell the difference, and I will show you someone with a more stylish Jab than a young Muhammad Ali. (Even Sophistos can’t really tell the difference, and I have done the unofficial case studies to prove it.)
Just make sure you “mark” the real bottles of liquor for yourself. You don’t want to drink the cheap stuff, it will make you look older.
What do I do?
I don’t sweat it too much. I can afford top shelf spirits. (Pulling Heists is pretty much recession proof).
Although, I will pull this “hustle” sometimes especially on snotty, snobby Bottle Service club girls.
For the innovation factor, of course.
The Rest is Up to You…..
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
“Marvelous” Marvin Hagler vs. Thomas “The Hitman” Hearns
The Pick up Artist phenomenon has gathered tons of speed over the last few years. Ever since “The Game” by Neil Strauss came out, every guy who never had success with girls, are now hitting up Nightclubs from Sunset Strip to Miami Beach spitting Game.
Personally, I love it. I think it is great that “regular guys” are learning The Game. Like I have mentioned before, it’s a Modern day “Revenge of the Nerds”. And I think that most Pick up Artist Theory can be very effective when used properly. Furthermore, I can’t really say enough about the Theories of Social Dynamics that the Pick up Artist have come up with.
But, there are some very distinct differences between The G and The Pick up Artists. This is not a diss in any way specifically to The Pick up Artists and the Pick up Artist community in general. I personally have met many prominent Pick up Artists and they always seemed like cool cats. But, I wanted to make the difference between G’s and Pick up Artists as clear as an un-muddied lake, as clear as an Azure sky in deepest summer.
So let’s get things nice and sparkling clear:
Style (and I don’t mean the guy who wrote “The Game” either.)
Pick up Artists: Ridiculous Fuzzy top hats, suspect designer jeans, Christian Audigier Shirts, Smet (or whatever is the “party shirt” de jour). Store bought trendy crap. Contrived “rebel” look purchased from corporations using sweat shop, third world, child labor. Wristbands and other wack jewelry. The Mall.
The G: Expensive, Sinister, Hand tailored Custom English or Italian tailored suits. Saville Row. Milan. Naples. Rome. Etro. Gucci loafers. Jermyn Street for custom shoes. Dunhill Lighters. Ozwald Boateng. Brioni. The Height of G Fashion. G’s dress like how men are supposed to dress. My Grandfather always told me; “Style and Taste are for men. Trends and Fashion are for the ladies.” G’s stick with Style and Taste.
Game
Pick up Artists: Solid foundational stuff but much too unnatural and studied. Canned routines. Demonstrations of higher value. Negs. Approaches “sets” and picks up on girls. Local.
The G: Natural. Unscripted. Smooth as silk. Girls pick up on G’s because they feel the higher value. International.
Target Girls
Pick up Artists: Ex-sorority middle America. Status Quo. Girls who look ok now, but have bad genetics. Girls Gone Wild.
The G: Model Girls. Extremely wealthy high-society girls. Daughters of CEO’s of The Fortune 500. International girls. Exotic Dancers. Sophistos. Daughters of Crime Bosses. Nightlife Princesses. Playboy Playmates (just to balance it out).
Background
Pick up Artists: Never successful with girls prior to studying The Game. Suburbia. Places you have never heard of or places you would never go in your right mind.
The G: Has Swooped girls from the cradle. Urban environments, stunning beaches with water the color of Curacao liqueur, worlds best cities, and places you want to spend the rest of your life in.
Pick up Artists: Can’t get enough of getting in nightclub “Party Pics” that are put on crappy websites.
The G: Avoids all cameras. (Unless its pictures with Liberal Politicians, Civil Rights Leaders, or Muhammad Ali. And you have all copies.)
Soundtrack to life
Pick up Artists: Not sure. Crappy Pop? Emo? (whatever that is.) Goggly Gogol? Johnny Zhivago? The Heaven Seventeen?
The G: Curtis Mayfield. Issac Hayes. Mid-nineties “Golden Age” NYC Hip-Hop. Jazz. Soul. Blues. Frank. The glorious 9th by Ludwig Van. Angel trumpets and Devil trombones.
Drinking
Pick up Artists: Preach a no drinking policy when picking up on girls. But I am sure gets plenty of Bottle Service.
The G: Top shelf booze. Clean Vodkas with soda and a lime. Big Reds. Spicy Zins. Absinthe. (Cuidado with the Absinthe). Cold Sake. Moloko-Plus. Vellocet or Synthemesc or Drencrom. Whatever is the national drink of whatever country you are currently peeling girls in.
Heros
Pick up Artists: Mystery, Neil Strauss, Mehow, etc.
Pick up Artists: Who knows? Accountants? Office workers? Regular guy jobs?
The G: Heistmen. Standover men. Clockers. Leveraged Buyouts. High Finance. “Gray Market” Commerce. Developing. Import-Exports. International Business. Submarine brokering (serious, I know this Russian cat on the Sub-flipping tip. Tells me is pretty lucrative too.) Impeccable Hustles. Mansized Crasts for the big, big, big money.
Smoking
Pick up Artists: Non-smokers.
The G: Chain smokers. First rate cigars. Chronic sometimes. G-13. Lebanese Blond.
Slang
Pick up Artists: Acronyms. “Stacking”. “Peacocking”, IOI’s “Sargeing” Etc.
The G: Language colored by many travels. Argot of the street. Lexicon of the true Game.
“Wings”
Pick up Artists: Loves to roll with a “wingman”.
The G: “Wingman” not in the G’s vocabulary. Too “Top Gun” (gayest movie of all time). Goes for Dolo. Or with a G Manifesto Certified Running Partner.
Drugs
Pick up Artists: Probably against.
The G: Never uses drugs to inebriate girls, and considers doing so, a horrible crime. Takes drugs himself, if the situation absolutely calls for it.
Street Cred
Pick up Artists: None.
The G: Thorough in every Borough, and double all across the Bubble.
CASH
Pick up Artists: Swears on never buying girls drinks, paying for dinners or spending money on girls.
The G: Has class and has connections to the old-school, so in the right moments buys deserving girls drinks. Is CASH rich, so paying for a dinner doesn’t hurt Bankroll. Loves haute cuisine and realizes it doesn’t hurt to have a beautiful girl next to you while wacking down some Jamon Iberico, cold Albariño and imported cheeses. Understands that having a beautiful girl in tow will only get The G better service, comped meals and more props next time he rolls to the spot.
Which brings us to the main difference between the philosophy of the Pick up Artists and The G Manifesto:
Pick up Artist Theory helps you pick up girls, The G Manifesto is The Guide to Getting More out of Life.
A higher level of The Game, if you will.
Sure, swooping girls is 99% of life, but I want the freshest, most marbled cuts of Toro too.
Winner and still Undisputed Champion…The G Manifesto, by Second Round KO (only because we carried them a round).
The Rest is Up to You…..
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Seventh Letter
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
And hypothesis can’t define how i be droppin these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
- Inspectah Deck
It seems like there’s a hundred “Pick Up Artists” and “Dating Gurus” and out there nowadays, one of the trends predicted in G Manifesto Outlook for 2008, “The Pick up Artist phenomenon will only grow stronger in 2008. It is like this decade’s version of “Revenge of the Nerds”. Personally, I love it. More power to them. (Keep in mind there is a distinct difference between The G’s and The Pickup Artists.)
In this Guest Manifesto, let’s do a quick comparison of some the key differences between Pick Up Artistry (faux du jour) and The G.
“R.E.A.L. Game” is a double acronym conceived by the Pick Up Artist Carlos Xuma, “to help guys get MASSIVE success with women. No dumb pickup lines or fake techniques.”
Let’s see what The Pick Up Artists says about REAL Game…
Xuma’s REAL stands for:
R = Relaxed & Resourceful - you have to be cool, calm, and collected… E = Effective & Energized - you have to find your power and what works for you… A = Authentic & Alpha - It has to come from YOU, your genuine personality and character… L = Lifestyle & Lasting - This has to be a way of life for you - success in everything, not just women …
To be fair, decent points all in all; kinda like Foundation Game/Self-Help 101. But definitely lacking the kind of sizzle that is going to get girls clinging to you like “’wow’ and ‘ow’ to now show ya how to bow to scoop-a, in the train goopa”, the moment you post up at the spot, suited down and chromed toasters hot.
How about The G’s acronym for R.E.A.L.? Glad you asked.
G Manifesto REAL stands for:
R = Rooftop Bar Game; Rolling with Models, Fly Suicide Girls or High Society Girls; Rolling thick bankrolls; Rolling Dutch (one-handed); Rolling on 20’s; Rolling over the competition (on my 20’s, while single handedly rolling Dutch in a car full of Fly Girls…)
“Battle me, mathematically, I’m givin your wisdom a cavity
Rapidly flowin, controllin the time
Flip over the line, I’m blowin your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme”
-Big Pun
If you are anything like me, and swoop Exotic Dancers every week, you will have mad stuff at your crib that Exotic Dancers have left behind. Things like watches, rings, earrings, Diamonds, Emeralds, Ruby, Sapphires, glasses, drugs, shoes, dresses, costumes etc. (And I don’t mean the Exotic Dancers named Diamond, Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire from the Spearmint Rhino in Las Vegas, real names, Cindy, Mindy, Ruby and Jenny, either.)
Hell even if you have applied 10% of the crap I have written in this blog, you will have black plastic bags full of stuff that Exotics have left behind.
How are you? I hope the summer is producing many knock-outs…
Unfortunately, Ive been on the grind and haven’t much time to tour the scenes. I just read your recent post regarding Voice Mail Gangsters and Text Message Bullies.
I must say your break down is extremely on point so with that I say, Kudos to you.
However you left out some key points, one of which is my personal favorite…
The “I know where you live” line that some brokester raps to me…
I always chuckle when I hear that one since more often than not,
I don’t know where I’m going to be next week… So unless they have some sixth sense they purchased at Pacific Sunwear, it holds no weight.
Its also comical because by the time they take the greyhound or cash in their credit card miles to find me, I’m gone.
The other consideration is that these guys are chumps. Instead of getting angry at the real culprit (their girlfriend), they get mad at us and leave bottomless threats. If they actually sat down to think about it, they’d realize, it’s the girls fault, not ours. Perhaps they were doing something wrong and left the girl with no choice but to cheat. But then again, maybe its their fault too.
There is one recent story that comes to mind regarding these faux gangsters…
I was entertaining some guests in town at the Hudson Hotel. While sitting at our table, suited down in a Kiton, three button grey chalk stripe bespoke number with a lavender Brioni shirt blown open, I was approached by two spikey haired dudes with barb wire tattoos. I had noticed these guys online outside when I walked in but now they seemed obviously more drunk. I suppose to they needed to fill up on liquid courage to approach me.
But that’s neither Peter Lugar or Sturm, Ruger.
Anyway, the more brazen of the two, said, “yo bro, were you hitting on my girl last week?” Of course, I looked puzzled and embarrassed, One because I try to avoid Papa Roach and his compadres and Two because I sincerely didn’t know who he was talking about. Smoothly and politely, I replied “I don’t know, which one is she?” and that’s when he got a bit enraged. This was obviously more embarrassing for me because he’s just going to make a scene. If I was in real trouble, I probably would not have seen them coming.
As Brokester 1 was talking I could feel one of my guests stand and I quickly around turned to quell the situation. As I turned back around to see Brokester 2 chime in, I interrupted him with a simple question… “Why is it my fault if your girlfriend plays you? She played you, not me… I’ve never been played before but if so, I highly doubt I’d approach you to talk about it” The question clearly struck him off guard as I could see thoughts of mediocrity inundate and paralyzed him. Images of overdrafted bank statements, cute face but overweight girls, sale items at Hollister and trophy chests with only JV letters ricocheted off his mind’s eye and piled together in one big sub-par lump. At that point he had no choice but to walk away, ashamed. While walking away, his friend turned around to say “youre lucky” but I smirked, luck has nothing to do with this equation.
I don’t know about you, but at least once a month I get some guy on my voice mail giving me some kind of death threat (and I will bet my last Dunhill Lighter the guy leaving the voicemail is wearing an Affliction Shirt or maybe a Ed Hardy shirt).
Usually, these death threats are in the form of “If you don’t stop calling (insert girls name here), I am going to find you and kill you” or “I know you hooked up with my girl. I am her boyfriend. If you don’t stop seeing her, I and going to find you and (insert violent verb here)”.
The whole “Death Threats from Voicemail Gangsters” (and their little retarded cousin the “Text Message Gangster”) thing raises some interesting points:
1) If you don’t say the girls name on the voicemail, I probably have no idea who you are talking about. At any given time I am “dating” at least forty girls. And that is just in the U.S. Hell, I probably have intimate relations with at least 15 girls in Las Vegas right now. And at least that many working fly model girls in Miami Beach. And don’t get me started on Buenos Aires or Bogota. So, say the girl’s name on the voicemail, Skippy.
2) If you want to discuss the situation, don’t call from a blocked number (it is always from a blocked number). And no yelling a screaming. Don’t get so emotional and sensitive. Be calm and cool. I have no problem giving you some free schooling to The Game. I am that kind of G.
3) Don’t worry. I don’t want your girl permanently. You can have her back. I prefer not to have “girlfriends” for many reasons. And you can bet your last minimum wage Down Economy dollar that I am not going to have a girlfriend that is unfaithful. The World of Game is No place for beginners or sensitive hearts. Be a Smooth Operator.
4) Realize that I am actually doing you a favor. Now, at least, you know you cannot trust the girl. You should be thanking me. (For some reason, boyfriend guy never looks at it this way, but that is neither beeks nor beans).
5) If leaving a threatening voicemail on my phone is your way of scaring me, well, it’s not working. Just to clue you in (and I don’t mean DJ Clue either) real tough guys don’t threaten people. They take care of business. Real bad boys move in silence. So screw on the silencer.
6) If you think I am scared of dying, you are mistaken. I have stood down the barrel of a gun on many occasions. And I have always been Tranquilo. I have lived with contracts on my life. I have already lived a very fulfilling life. I have traveled the world. I have swooped thousands of beautiful women. If I do get gunned down, suited up while sipping on champagne, I will be laughing all the way to the Afterlife. Hell, I am probably more afraid of living.
Besides, what are you going to do?
Kill me twice?
So don’t sweat it “player”. I’m not.
The Rest is Up To You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Game Doctor Spock
The Guide to Getting More out of Life http://www.thegmanifesto.com
