The G Manifesto

One of the Many Reasons South Beach is Dope

This is why I love South Beach:

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Recently, I went to Osteria Del Teatro in South Beach with a couple associates, as a launching pad. Cruised in, suited down; Prada Suit, Charcoal-Acai colored Prada shirt, murderous Gucci tie, Luger nina (and I don’t mean that fly South Beach hostess/ model I swooped on recently named Nina either) and Gucci loafers no socks. My pockets exploding like an Irish pipe bomb and green like photosynthesis. More shells than Frutti Di Mare. My associates were wearing…I think Corneliani suits.

So we rolled in, I was greeted like The Prince of G’s by the Maître’d (who really is a class act, and I am on a first name basis with most of the staff) and we slid into the best table in the house. Girls clocking me, because I have more Mack than Craig in the bed (and I don’t mean club B.E.D Miami, either) and Screwface the Dred. I ordered up a 10 year old Barolo and walked outside with my associates and my glass of wine to clack my Dunhill Lighter and smoke a jack.

My associates were talking about some crazy new-school shit, like using Google Earth to help plan heist moves and some standard old-school shit, like comparing the quality of Burmese Sapphires VS Sri Lankan Sapphires. Hardly listening to them, I noticed an older guy, probably on the north side of 70 years old sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette, drinking a glass of red. He was dressed pretty sharp; smooth sweater, plaid slacks and loafers no socks. The height of fashion for the Grandpa G set. There was something about this guy that I noticed right away. Game recognizes Game type situation. “Player Recognition” is what we call it in the industry.

I paid my respects right away and introduced myself. He said his name was “Donald” and gave me a pat on the back and said to me, “keep doing what you are doing young G, and don’t let the rival factions and Haters get you south” (well, he didn’t really say that exactly, but something to that effect). He got up, flicked his cigarette with swagger, really close to one of my associates and walked back in Osteria Del Teatro. Dope move. Style all the way.

As we re-entered the restaurant, I noticed that Donald was sitting by himself next to the window. I started really getting into the bottle of red as it was opening up. Real Inky.

Then, like a comet across the night sky in Cartagena, Colombia, the most beautiful girl I have seen on this stay in South Beach (and that is saying a lot) walks in to Osteria Del Teatro. Narciso Rodriguez dress, I think, Christian Louboutin shoes with the red bottoms, spinning a Dolce & Gabbana tote. This girl was so beautiful everyone in the place stopped. I think my heart even skipped a beat like a scratched Special Ed record. Guess who she sat down next to?

Michael Mason?

No, not me…Donald!

After she gave him a kiss on the lips, I gave up all hope that she was Donald’s grandflydaughter. My Game is butter, I got bread and rivals want to toast me. So, as a natural reaction, I thought for a split second of trying to peel Donald for his girl and front paging her, but I was then ashamed I even thought that.

The Impressions – I’m So Proud

Here was a old-school G, who probably chilled with Lansky at Wolfie’s, who has obviously been in the Game forever and deserves his respect from young International Playboys on the Rise like your humble author.

Scoreboard: Grandpa G- 1, Michael Mason- 0

Cam’ron – Your Girl

I raised my glass to Donald, took a huge glup of my Barolo and smiled to myself. In South Beach you can be a G into your 70’s!

Safe to say, I am not getting married anytime soon…

Sure, I am not naïve enough to think that money might have had something to do with it, but then again what doesn’t?

Charge it to The Game. You can keep the change, but I kept my receipt.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA The Golden Pretty Boy
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Jay Z – Can’t Knock The Hustle

Oscar Night Heist

Heistmen wacked a jewelry store in Milan, Italy on Oscar night. The take: 20 Million.

A seven man crew dug a tunnel to the store from an adjacent building. The crew took advantage of the situation since the building next door was under construction.

The G’s were dressed in outfits from Guardia Finaza; the tax police in Italy, to get the drop on the jewelry stores employees.

The hoods then hit up the stores safe deposit boxes. The heist could have been for more, but many of the expensive pieces were being worn by starlets at the Oscars.

The robbers made an innovative move in hitting the store at a time when people would least expect it.

Forward thinking.

The Rest is Up to You………..

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Cam’ron – Oh What a Night

Cam’ron and Fabolous – Keep Running

In Defense of Wesley Snipes

Word on the street is that Wesley Snipes, the star of “New Jack City” and an actor in “King of New York” is going on trial for being on the wrong side of The Internal Revenue Service. I really don’t have much of an opinion on the intricacies of the trial (although the venue of Ocala, Florida has got to hurt). But I do have an opinion on the man.

Here is a little story:

I had just got back to Los Angeles from a prolonged working vacation in the South of France. My good friend “Callahan” was throwing this dope gig in LA at the El Rey Theatre. Black Eyed Peas were performing. Think Black Eyed Peas before they added that girl with mad plastic surgery. You know, the one that all girls put on their ringtones nowadays. Behind the Front days. “That’s the joint, that’s the jam” days.

Anyways, it was a pretty celeb-heavy underground type-gig. That guy who was the main star of “Basketball Diaries” table was right next to our crew’s table. Mad fly LA Nightlife Princesses also.

My friend Callahan and I were chillin at the front bar talking French heists and strategy, slightly on Beans. Sipping cocktails.

Black Eyed Peas – Joints & Jam

As a young G on the rise, I was suited down of course, in a custom Italian number by…I can’t really remember. But I probably had a Glock 17 in those days as they were pretty hot then. Shirt blown open. Pocket Square. My friend was wearing whatever was the height of fashion for those days in LA. I don’t have to tell you that I was dressed doper than him. But that’s neither Sugar Hill nor E-tab Pill.

Up walks Wesley Snipes to the bar, solo, no Entourage, suited down kind of Nino Brown Style. This was not “Blade II” era Snipes, it was more “Roemello Skuggs” era Snipes.

Wesley Snipes: “How are you guys doing?”

Callahan: “Real Good.”

Michael Mason: “Perfect.”

Wesley Snipes: “Good.”

Callahan (obviously feeling it): “Yo Wesley, I was Passenger 58!”

All three of us: Laughter. (I didn’t really get the joke at the time, but I was feeling good so I played along).

Introductions all around.

Then two mad fly girls, taller than Snipes and myself, if I remember correctly, came up to Snipes and gave him very enthusiastic hugs and kisses.

Then one of the two girls in a shitty LA attitude kind of way, says, “Who are these two guys?” meaning us. (You don’t really see this kind of attitude today as much as you saw in the good old days.) As if, I wasn’t just heisting on the Côte d’Azur and chilling with topless girls; named things like, Florence and Marie, on the beach two days prior.

Snipes then says after a slight pause for greater effect, “Callahan and Michael are my two best friends in the world” with an opened arms gesture. The two girl’s expressions changed from “over us” to “into us” immediately. After some more small talk, Snipes exited stage left and left us with the two girls, who by now, were down for whatever.

Not like we needed any help, but I have never forgotten Snipes’ gesture of Class. In my book, he has always been the coolest cat in Hollywood.

“I am not guilty, you’re the one that’s guilty. The lawmakers, the politicians, the Columbian drug lords, all you who lobby against making drugs legal. Just like you did with alcohol during the prohibition. You’re the one who’s guilty. I mean, c’mon, let’s kick the ballistics here: Ain’t no Uzi’s made in Harlem. Not one of us in here owns a poppy field. This thing is bigger than Nino Brown. This is big business. This is the American way.”- Nino Brown

I hope Snipes isn’t found guilty either.

Oh yeah, we ended up swooping the girls. Assist by Snipes.

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
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Love is a Battle Field (Papoose / Pat Benatar) New Jack City

New Jack City

King of New York – Trailer

Ice-T, New Jack Hustler

Jewellery heist at St. Maarten airport now estimated at $850,000

Latest data reports put the value of recent big jewellery heist at Princess Juliana International Airport in St. Maarten at around $850,000. Early reports had the heist at $350,000 in Swiss luxury watches.

The jewellery is now thought to be (formerly) belonging to at least 7 companies.

This heist is probably the largest ever theft of its type ever in the tropical island of (Philipsburg,Dutch side) St. Maarten.

The jewellery was shipped in to St. Maarten in anticipation of a big holiday sale season.

Perfect time for a heist. You really can’t beat winter in the tropics.

The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

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Damien Marley – All Night

Vegas Update: Soft Opening for The Palazzo

On New Year’s Eve, the casino at The Palazzo, the lobby and an atrium of the $2.1-billion, 3,066-suite hotel was open. The rooms are not completed yet.

The hotel is expecting rooms to be ready for guest on Sunday, Jan. 6

When taken together, the Palazzo, the 4,027-suite Venetian and the Sands Expo Center represents the largest hotel and convention complex in the world. All are owned by Las Vegas Sands.

The Palazzo development also includes a high-rise luxury condo tower fronting the Strip due for completion in fall of 2009.

The Palazzo is the first of several major resorts scheduled to open in 2008 and 2009.

Also to open in Las Vegas:
2008: Encore, Steve Wynn’s $2.2-billion follow-up to Wynn Las Vegas.
2008: The $2.8-billion Fontainebleau hotel-casino
2009: MGM Mirage’s $7.8-billion CityCenter development
2010: Boyd Gaming Corp.’s $4.8 billion Echelon development
2011: Elad IDB’s $5 billion hotel-casino modeled on the company’s Plaza hotel in New York City

Should be some decent places to hang your hat (so to speak).

Plenty of options for a “Double Room” move.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Sadat X-The Lump Lump