The G Manifesto

Guest Manifesto: Tax Time

Yo…get it…yo

Yo, we fortified live, supportin’ allies

The wack is tryin’ to shorten our lives, it sorta waters my eyes

But here is some’n the cryin’ talk about

The verse on that cassette you and cousin fought about
[Wordsworth]

G’s stick together and help each other out by sharing tax advice and tips, and in this Guest Manifesto that’s just what we’re going to do…

As we know, the G can be found in all corners of the globe; late breakfast at Le Cinq in Paris then flight to Hong Kong for dinner at The Felix in the Peninsula before flying out to Macau for a poker tournament; mobile like Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers, Jet fuel abusers, sippin’ on Pétrus.

What does this have to do with taxes?

Listen up, the first thing you need to know is that you can shake off The Man in your previous country as soon as you officially become non-resident there for tax purposes. In most cases, this means you expatriate for at least 183 days in a given tax year (and really, which G doesn’t enjoy posting up at 183 days in sunny tropical paradises?).

The next thing you need to know is that every nation has different tax rules relating to everything from the income you generate to the amount of that income you remit to a given country, from capital gains on assets, to the bottle of Goose at the bar or the Spa at the Ritz.

This means that you have to Be Informed of your likely taxation burden in your new nation before you commit to it ideally – and certainly get Structures and Solutions in place as soon as possible to ensure you are living, as tax efficiently as possible; keeping it hot like matches and on lock like latches.

Structures: Tropical islands where cost of living is low, but standard of living is high. Found in many 3rd world countries along the equator, places that have never seen a snowflake & girls are tan wearing bikinis year round.

Solutions: Luxury villas owned & operated by your friends/associates who want you to ‘house sit’ or ‘lock down the crib’ while they’re away — perhaps for years at a time. Fly restaurants & the hottest clubs, just so owned by your friend/associates & offer you the menu persona grata where the owners refuse your money.

Add structures & solutions together, and your actual cost for living becomes virtually nil, yet your quality of life is elevated, high like Pete Rock.

Pete Rock – His favorite tracks, the hip hop “high”, samples

As we know from The G Manifesto, G’s deal only in Ca$h, thick bankrolls & pockets bulging like the Himalayas. Dealing in Cash only, you stay off the radar on the one hand & attract model girls on the other; a win-win situation. Don’t think that The Man isn’t watching, he is, you have been warned.

Wu-Tang Clan – C.R.E.A.M.

Many people feel that they are working harder than ever, and paying more taxes than ever, with no real benefit in return. As an Expatriate G you really do have an advantage over Regular Guy ‘back home’ and you need to begin exploring your Manifesto Destiny as soon as possible.

Taxation in America: John Hancock was probably the leading tax evader in Boston, and props have to be given for his oversize signature on the Declaration of Independence — a defiant “buck the system” reminder to the British authorities that America was founded by tax rebels (whose rebellion eventually gave birth to the United States of America.)

Speak to a tax planning company that can take into account your tax history & current financial status, from your countries of residence to your assets protection requirements in order to insure that you make the most of your wealth, your assets are not at risk, that your financial & lifestyle position is secure. Make tax time a leisurely affair, involving Goose Mojito’s (more on that in another Guest Manifesto) and enjoying a tropical sea breeze, seaside & bird watching (and I don’t mean ornithology) i.

This is about getting the best “return on your money” and a higher standard of living for less — the essence of the G Manifesto.

As the People’s Champ says: The rest is up to you…

Tafari
The Poster Boy

Yo the time is wastin, I use the mind elevation
Dime sack lacin, court pen pacin
Individual, lyrical math abrasion
Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation
We livin in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives
A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized

Chours: I made it like that, I bought it like that, I’m livin like that

Nas – Take it in Blood

Some said HOV, how you get so fly?
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky
My physical’s a shell
So when I say farewell
My soul will find a even
Higher plane to dwell
So fly you shall
So have no fear, just know that
Life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair)
Jay-Z

Jay-Z – Beach Chair (Featuring Chris Martin)

i Refer to Bond 007 in Die Another Day

Guest Manifesto: Why we do what we do?

Several times I’ve stopped to think… why we do what we do?

I’ve lived an exquisite life… seen it all and done it all.
I’ve been to every city, every club, every restaurant, broke bread with made men, negotiated street mergers between rival sets, counted piles of cash that would make your accountant gasp and got deeper between more girl’s legs than Tampax.

But truth be told, not everything in my life has been peachy and glamorous.

I’ve seen some horrific things and persevered through tragedy.

Its strange to look back on the moments that have sculpted me as a man and as a G. To the layman, typically, tragedy makes you rethink your future course of life. However, for Gs and the like, that’s not the case.

I often ponder retirement and vacating the life after enormous scores. Am I wrong? Shouldn’t tragedy make me rethink my life???

For some strange reason, catastrophes inspire me. I don’t shed tears, I seize opportunities. I may be cold hearted but success is to blame.

I’ve ruined so many opportunities to court and wife up filthy rich princesses but when I look back, I don’t have regrets.

It would be extremely un-G for a female to tame me.

This is the life we chose and I’m engrained with that mentality. For a G, the goal of the game is constantly trade up.

Nothing is ever too much or too good. I’ve earned everything I have, never asked for help and kept everything in the air for so long that letting things fall into place seems preposterous.

Maybe my line of reasoning is out of whack but quitting The Life is akin to losing your senses…

No longer would I need to secure 3 exit routes before I check into a hotel or sit down at a restaurant. I certainly wouldn’t need to check if the bouncer is strapped before I enter a nightclub either. Quitting could ultimately change the way I socialize; I could talk more freely, use a cell phone, a credit card and maybe even my real name.

But even as I type these words, it’s hard for me to imagine life without thrills, the sensation of being envied and the feeling of cocking a chromed 4-4.

There is no question that time has made me more mature, confident and practical. But I don’t foresee myself shaking off the attributes that define me as a man and as a G. When I was younger, I was much more hot headed, had a short fuse, and would tussle with anyone. I had no reservations about strapping up with the eagles and throwing bullets like McNabb.

And although I’ve acquired more experience, understanding and appreciation for the life we lead, I know there is only one exit.

So while it would have been nice to settle down somewhere far away, gotten chubby and had kids… I’d rather know the end for certain than be plagued with what if’s forever.

And that’s certified.

To Health & Wealth

~ Grad

Jay-Z D’Evils

Rick’s Cabaret to purchase Scores-Las Vegas club for $21 million

Rick’s Cabaret International Friday said it would buy Scores-Las Vegas for $21 million, a dope move it said would add 29 cents a share to its annual earnings.

Scores is a 23,000-square foot club of pure heaven (or maybe its hell, either way, it’s dope) located in Las Vegas.

Under the terms of the agreement, Rick’s will pay $16 million in cash and a $5 million convertible debenture (really a bargain if you think about it) that bears 4% interest. Rick’s will also get an option to buy the property on which the club is located (probably a good move).

The deal is expected to happen on June 10.

Shares of Ricks’s is up 83% over the past 52 weeks. I have been riding this stock since back in 2004 around the pre-Katrina days when I was chopping up Ricks New Orleans like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Or those cats that owned the Gemini Lounge.

Source

The Rest is Up to You…

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

Cam’ron and Juelz Santana – I Love You

Why you shouldn’t drive an SUV

(New in the Underworld: Metal Heists)

Admit it, SUV’s are pretty obnoxious. They guzzle gas and perpetuate wars in the Middle East. Sports Utility Vehicles are also horrible for the environment. And you are not doing yourself any favors as far as style points are concerned, especially compared to vintage muscle cars, vintage Cadillacs and hell, even brand new Lacs.

Sure, SUV’s are necessary if you want to drive from Diego to Cabo San Lucas or if you need to shoot down to a Panamanian beach for a few low profile months. Or if you are rolling around a Cartel controlled Latin American city, bulletproofed down. But, if you all you do, is drive around the Suburbs, go to work and Starbucks, you are pretty much a jerkoff. Fair enough?

Tupac – Holla If Ya Hear Me (G Manifesto Certified Classic)

Here is another reason not to drive an SUV:

My little cousin, Mark Pablo Mason, is an up and coming baby G who lives in Washington DC, was recently was out west visiting colleges. He gave me a call and we met at Pink’s Hollywood for some Hot Dogs. We were both fresh on the scene, crispy and clean like Kentucky Fried Chicken and Irish Spring.

Like two Assassins in the height of fashion, we had young fly LA girls in SUV’s, peeping us as they rolled by. (Not really part of the story, but I just wanted to set the record straight in ‘08.)

As we ate Polish Pastrami swiss cheese dogs and choked down cigarettes (the lunch of champions), I asked him about what’s new on the baby G money making scheme front.

Mark had some pretty basic stuff to say, like bean flipping, standing over rival factions, making book, rigged dice games, swooping private school girls and socialites from a higher economic strata, arson for the Barons, small time heists etc. You know, typical baby G stuff. But then he got my attention with something, as it turns out, gave me some faith in the younger generation. Mad Innovative.

Mark went on to tell me he and his crew have been heisting catalytic converters from cars, primarily from SUV’s because of their height off the ground. He said he can heist a catalytic converter in with a socket wrench or cordless sawzall and be gone in 60 seconds. His crew is so quick, they can even wack them during the daylight. I knew immediately where he was going with this…

See, the commodity markets are very bullish these days. Metals prices have been on a sharp upswing. Catalytic converters (not to be sexist or anything, but for the girls out there, Catalytic converters are used to reduce the toxicity of emissions from your car’s engine) contain precious metals. Most importantly your Catalytic converter contains Rhodium, priced today at over $6000 an ounce. It also contains Platinum (and I don’t mean Platinum Diggers either), $1,200 an ounce and Palladium (and I don’t mean that 80’s Ian Schrager and Steve Rubell nightclub in NYC either) at $320 per ounce.

Mark and his crew would heist the catalytic converters and get paid up to $100 per, from the Barons upstairs. Cats also don’t have serial numbers on them, therefore, reducing the risk.

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I thought this was interesting since I heard through the G grapevine about how some guys heisted an empty Fuel tanker and sold it for scrap. I also caught wind of Cats being heisted on the west coast, to be put on containers, headed for Japan.

Just one more reason not to drive your environmentally damaging, wack SUV.

Either way, since Mark is flush with CASH he paid for my Pink’s. I can’t remember the last time someone paid for my meal.

Kid has got some class. And the world’s future is safe, at least for the next generation of G’s.

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

Side note:

After Pink’s we ran into a couple of the fly girls in a SUV at Fred Segal. They followed us to Chateau Marmont for some late afternoon Champagne. Worked out well into the night. We were driving a ’64 Lac. In case you wanted to know the data.

Dj Quik – Tonite

Roy Ayers – Everybody Loves the Sunshine

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