The G Manifesto

Pick Up Artists vs. The G

(follow up to G Manifesto Outlook for 2008)

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…)

E = Pockets full of it;

A = Anti-Establishment; Artemesia Absinthium; Art of Enhancing BankRoll; Advanced move for Picking up Exotic Dancers; Art of the Grease; Alcohol; Amphetamines; 1st Amendment;

L = Lethal; Lifted; Legit.

Now that’s REAL Game, G Manifesto style…

~ Tafari

AKA Game on the R-E-A-L

“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

And in case you missed this G Manifesto classic, read up: The Six Elements of Picking Up Girls

Wu Tang Clan-Triumph

D.I.T.C / DJ PREMIER – WHERE YA AT!

Grad on Voicemail Gangsters

Grad is a contributer to the G Manifesto on Side Hustles: The Art of Enhancing BankRoll, Why we do what we do? and Why It Pays to Be A First Mover.

Here is his take on Death Threats and Voice Mail Gangsters:

Michael,

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.

To Health & Wealth

~ Grad

Mobb Deep – Shook Ones Pt. II

Rakim – Guess Who’s Back

Guest Manifesto: Why It Pays to Be A First Mover

As an international G, I’ve seen many places and met many people. Surprisingly though, I have never met anyone who has out-Gamed me. Sure, I’ve met people who are smarter than me or wealthier than me. And coincidentally, all of them have the same rap about being creative or innovative.

On a side note, I’ve never met anyone better looking than me.

But my point is, to truly be successful; you have to be a First Mover. Make other people follow you. At first, some might be hesitant or reluctant but with enough influence and persistence, everyone comes around.

Just this past week, while an old friend of mine was in New York, I had the opportunity to discuss this specific topic. My friend always had a knack for technology and made suitcases full of skrilla by simply pulling numbers out of thin air. When we were younger, he had done very well with the pin codes of analog cell phones and most recently his favorite past time is driving by a BestBuy and extracting credit card numbers via unsecured wi-fi connections. Apparently, being innovative with technology inherently gives you a Side Hustle. More than half of his revenue and profit derives from consulting companies on how to prevent exactly what he does.

Anyway, while in town on a “consulting” job, he was staying at the Mandarin and so we decided to break bread at Asiate (I recommend the cote de boeuf with roasted rib-eye and smoked potato). I arrived 15 minutes early suited down in a Paul Stuart soft brown Nailhead number (side vents & ticket pocket, of course), a solid crème colored Stefano Ricci shirt, dark brown Hermes tie and matching pocket silk. Needless to say, my bankroll could be listed in the Mitchell Report.

Surprisingly, my friend was already at the bar, casually dressed in a Loro Piana dark gray Vicuña sweater over a burgundy colored woven shirt and black Zanella pants. He was nonchalantly sipping on a 21 year old Balvenie Scotch Portwood while concurrently conversing with a 21 year old English Hardbody. But that’s neither NYMEX nor pyrex.

Over dinner he schooled me on the enormous profit potential in other countries that don’t have a fully operational internet because of their vulnerabilities and parallel desire for protection and security. I schooled him on the capital being thrown towards these emerging markets. It seemed that our future endeavors were going to become intertwined.

I told him about my Side Hustles and how I’ve been investing in developing nations for some time. Besides swapping US paper for Japanese Yen, I went on to say that like our street hustling counterparts, my dealings are mostly in BRICs.

As a cautious friend and G, I could see the uneasy feeling rushing over him…

It took a minute before he realized I was referring to Brazil, Russia, India, and China… Not the traditional raw.

Now That’s Certified

To Health & Wealth

~ Grad

Lupe Fiasco – Paris, Tokyo

2Pac – If My Homie Calls

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