GMB
Recently there was curiosity about the GMB with which spray-paint vandals decorated various CPRV sites...what is "GMB"? Something about it struck a chord, but I couldn't remember and then this A.M. I did.
A while back for some forgotten reason I did a search among the lyrics of a number of then-prominent rappers. I don't remember the rappers' names and I don't remember the specific...you should forgive the expression..."songs", but I ran across references to GMB and, idly curious, pursued them around the internet. Now, remember that this was a while back and things in rapperland change fast, so none of this may still be available. However, on that day and at that time I came across a site having to do with lifestyles of the top-money-level rapper/drugdealer types, those with almost unlimited discretionary cash and no good sense to rein in their child-like cupidity.
GMB was the name of a concern dedicated to fulfilling the most whimsical and outrageous demands of a clientele that might want anything, at anytime, anywhere in the world. It was such an exclusive circle that it was like the legend of El Dorado for ghetto-thinkers; mythical, unreachable, beyond their wildest dreams to see that economic plateau. GMB is/was...I have no idea if it's even still in business......a small but agile company which provided complete 24/7 worldwide service to select clients, purveying absolutely anything in the goods and services spectrum, legal or illegal. Among examples of things done for clients were
* the outfitting of a tiny dog with a diamond "grill" to match that of the dog's owner,
* providing an all-pink mink-lined limo in which to drive the client and the client's baby and nanny around London while the client shopped there for a day.
The general idea was that this company represented the ghetto ideal; what you might have after not paying attention in school, not getting a job, messing around on the fringes of crime and then suddenly one day getting "discovered" and magically, luckily, becoming a popular rapper. You would have the modern-day equivalent of a genie at your fingertips, access to the stuff of dreams beyond avarice. There was no store-front, no number you could call. When you were ready, they might call you. Ooooh. Aaaah. GMB.
This morning I suddenly remembered this stuff because as I woke up, MTV was playing a new video that triggered the memory. I'm one of those insomniacs who go to sleep with the TV on in case I wake up during the night and need something to bore me back to sleep. Sometimes I have the TV set to MTV just because they never run late-night infomercials. Yes, I would rather see rapper videos than watch infomercials. Crazy like that. People. Who knew? "Why don't you simply read a good book?" Because that would keep me awake.
Now, I am aware that GMB represents many things, from a British labor union, to a company that's trying to make knock-offs of the Game Boy. However, when it comes to kids spraypainting stuff on public surfaces, I'm guessing that the GMB referred to is the one related to rappers.
A while back for some forgotten reason I did a search among the lyrics of a number of then-prominent rappers. I don't remember the rappers' names and I don't remember the specific...you should forgive the expression..."songs", but I ran across references to GMB and, idly curious, pursued them around the internet. Now, remember that this was a while back and things in rapperland change fast, so none of this may still be available. However, on that day and at that time I came across a site having to do with lifestyles of the top-money-level rapper/drugdealer types, those with almost unlimited discretionary cash and no good sense to rein in their child-like cupidity.
GMB was the name of a concern dedicated to fulfilling the most whimsical and outrageous demands of a clientele that might want anything, at anytime, anywhere in the world. It was such an exclusive circle that it was like the legend of El Dorado for ghetto-thinkers; mythical, unreachable, beyond their wildest dreams to see that economic plateau. GMB is/was...I have no idea if it's even still in business......a small but agile company which provided complete 24/7 worldwide service to select clients, purveying absolutely anything in the goods and services spectrum, legal or illegal. Among examples of things done for clients were
* the outfitting of a tiny dog with a diamond "grill" to match that of the dog's owner,
* providing an all-pink mink-lined limo in which to drive the client and the client's baby and nanny around London while the client shopped there for a day.
The general idea was that this company represented the ghetto ideal; what you might have after not paying attention in school, not getting a job, messing around on the fringes of crime and then suddenly one day getting "discovered" and magically, luckily, becoming a popular rapper. You would have the modern-day equivalent of a genie at your fingertips, access to the stuff of dreams beyond avarice. There was no store-front, no number you could call. When you were ready, they might call you. Ooooh. Aaaah. GMB.
This morning I suddenly remembered this stuff because as I woke up, MTV was playing a new video that triggered the memory. I'm one of those insomniacs who go to sleep with the TV on in case I wake up during the night and need something to bore me back to sleep. Sometimes I have the TV set to MTV just because they never run late-night infomercials. Yes, I would rather see rapper videos than watch infomercials. Crazy like that. People. Who knew? "Why don't you simply read a good book?" Because that would keep me awake.
Now, I am aware that GMB represents many things, from a British labor union, to a company that's trying to make knock-offs of the Game Boy. However, when it comes to kids spraypainting stuff on public surfaces, I'm guessing that the GMB referred to is the one related to rappers.
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you know rappin takes skill
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