The G Manifesto

Custom Suit Body Punches

I bust styles, new styles, standing Strong, while, others run a hundred miles. – Ice Cube

This is an old school G Manifesto move from the Chambers of around the time I started writing The G Manifesto:

Back when I was really making my mark in The Game, I used to stay at a lot of dope hotels, like Four Seasons, Ritz-Carlton’s, Peninsula’s and Mandarin Orientals. Not to mention ill independents.

I would usually conduct meetings with a few heavies in the lobby bars over drinks during a few day period.

Of course, I was Suited Down in a different hard hitting combination each night.

As you know, many times these hotels have some pretty dope cocktail waitresses.

I would usually ignore them for the most part, as I was focused on biz and I don’t mean Markie, either.

However, after a few days of the cocktail waitress seeing how I operated, Custom Suited Down, they would usually step to me.

After swooping a few fly cocktail waitresses and finally swooping one super fly cocktail waitress at Lowes in Miami Beach, I realized what was happening:

The Custom Suits were landing on these girls like heavy body punches.

The dope Custom Suit combinations were simply wearing these girls down.

I definitely recommend looking into it.

My Game should be locked in a cell. It ain’t hard to tell.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

The First Two Things I Do When I Get To A New City

Whenever I arrive in a new city to chop up and swoop fly girls, I do two things first:

1. Lockdown A Bartender

When I first arrive in a new city, I like to set up a Base of Operations. And what better place for a Base, than a bar. Or even better, a restaurant bar.

I always lockdown a bartender first. This way, I know I can set up shop and get my drinks quick. I can gather some intel on the city as well. Grease well.

2. Lockdown a Driver

The second thing I will do is Lockdown a driver. Limo, town car or cab.

This way, I don’t have to mess around with directions, parking, DUI’s etc.

And I can focus on what I need to do.

And when I say “what I need to do”, I mean swoop fly girls.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Cheryl Lynn – Shake It Up Tonight (1981)

The Ultimate Revenge

“The secret of success is making your vocation your vacation.” – Mark Twain

One thing I have learned in life is that success is The Ultimate Revenge on your rivals. That also includes anyone that has ever doubted you, held you back, or tried to slow you down.

I would like to say I don’t feel pleasure when my rivals feel pain, but I do. And it is pure torture for them when I travel the world, swoop fly girls and do it while smoking cigarettes and wearing Custom Suits when they have to sit in their cars in hellish commutes or trap themselves in excruciating relationships with weesh girls.

“Success” however must be defined differently for everyone.

Personally, I don’t play the Game of “who ever has the most money wins”. That is a losing Game to play.

Money only gets you so far. I would rather have time and freedom at the cost of a little money.

In fact, I don’t know too many out there that make as much scratch as I do and works as little as I do. It’s a good niche that International Playboys have, and they mostly fall into two camps:

1) Cats who travel tons but stay in hostels and have no cake or

2) Cats with tons of cake but no time or freedom.

Me?

I have cake and freedom.

You seek enlightenment, you can be my disciple.

Success for me is having:

Freedom
Time
Mobility
Cash

Because no matter what anyone tells you, the cat who spends his time swooping topless girls at the beach, wins The Game of Life.

The rest is just bullsh*t.

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Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Bobby Womack – I Wish He Didn’t Trust Me So Much

The California Police State: Foie Gras Ban

“Banning Foie Gras laws were not created by a man who has swooped fly French girls.” – MPM

The dish in front of me is devastatingly beautiful: a smattering of translucent, barely green syrup; some bits of slightly more solid orange gelée; dainty grapefruit segments; a soft crumble of pistachio mixed with coriander. Grounding it all is a large, barely pink sphere, a full moon of meat butter sitting regally on the plate.

Its days are numbered. In two weeks, it will be illegal to serve foie gras in California — and this lovely terrine will be off the menu at Mezze, where it’s currently served, its key ingredient banned in restaurants across the city.

The arguments surrounding California’s foie gras ban are clear: On one side, animal activists believe that it’s up to the state to protect the welfare of livestock, and that force-feeding birds to fatten their livers for the sake of a gourmet delicacy crosses a line. On the other, chefs and diners argue that some of the most conscientious small farmers in the country raise these birds; if animal welfare were really a concern, activists and lawmakers would do better to start with the real culprit when it comes to mistreatment: factory farms.

Whatever you believe, the fact remains: On July 1, the production and sale of foie gras will become illegal in California.

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We have talked about the banning of Foie Gras before.

This is just another retarded California Police State attack on The International Playboy Lifestyle.

I am basically done with California. It is not the best state for an International Playboy to base himself out of.

The Laws are way too constricting.

My business interests are all getting moved out of state.

Which sucks for California, because my tax money alone probably funds two or three public pensions there.

Besides going for an annual pilgramige to Wild Card Boxing Club, Hollywood, CA you wont be seeing me too much there.

Thankfully, I am in a place right now where I can eat Foie Gras till my heart’s content. And I have been.

In fact, last night I had a fly French girl over and busted out some Foie Gras Burgers.

Illmatic.

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The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Alizee – Ella Elle L’a (HD)

Yoga Game Part Four: Yoga Swoop

“I remember you in The Godfather. And I remember you beat up some guy with the garbage cans or whatever the story was, but you’re not a tough guy. You may think you’re a tough guy because you’re wacked out of your mind on coke, but you’re just an asshole in flip-flops.” – Jon Roberts to actor James Caan.

“I didn’t care if what I did was respected by society or not. My idea of a party was a bunch of Playboy Bunnies on Quaaludes in the back room of the Forge.” – Jon Roberts, American Desperado

“He made a new table for us in the middle of the restaurant, and we finished breakfast all by ourselves. I felt invincible. There I was, twenty-two, and I’d just f*cked James Bond’s girlfriend in the toilet.” – Jon Roberts

So I am chilling outside the Yoga class waiting for it to start and I am reading the most “un-Yoga” book of all time: American Desperado.

I am reading about how Jon Roberts, who you may know from Cocaine Cowboy’s Fame is talking about skinning people alive in Vietnam when a fly girl sits down next to me and says, “hello”. I am pseudo-startled and I was so entrenched in reading stories about the correct way to gut someone so their intestines popping out like “Jiffy Pop”.

I say “Hello” back and continue reading.

The fly girl then says, “What are you reading?”

I am thinking to myself, “That is my line!”

And respond, “American Desperado, it’s pretty good”.

I put my book down and commence to Game spitting as I can tell it’s on. Although, who knows with these Yoga girls.

Class begins. It’s a “warm restorative class” so I definitely enjoy it.

I am waiting for the fly girl I was talking to before class to just get up and split, but she waits around for me to get all my stuff together.

We walk outside.

“Where do you live?”, I say.

“Just a few blocks that way”, she responds.

“Cool, I will walk you home”, I reply.

“Great”, says with a smile.

We roll towards her house, and I can tell that she is down. However, my Game is way subdued. Minimal aggression. If this was a girl I met at a club, I probably would have swooped her in Public by now.

But instead, I am just chilling, responding with a lot of “yeah, that is so cool” and “yeah, that is so beautiful”. I almost want to slap myself for being such a Yoga dork.

However, I get myself out of my Yoga stupor for a minute, and say, “You should come with me to Sushi on Saturday night”. She thinks that is a great idea.

I walk her to her condo and Number Crunch.

Fast forward to Saturday night.

I use the Three Point First Date Swoop Move to a T.

Finally. The Yoga Monkey is off my back.

There really is something to the Yoga thing.

The Rest is Up to You…

Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life

http://www.thegmanifesto.com

Jeffrey Osborne – Stay With Me Tonight