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Game description: "Ever wonder what President George "Dubya" Bush will be doing once he leaves the White House? Well, we wondered too and voted for him to run a hot dog stand, in the city that never sleeps - New York!" Start your hot-dog stand in the Bronx, earn your cash and try to move up to Wall Street. Game controls: Click, drag and drop or point and click with your mouse to pick up, place and serve food to customers. Remember, you have to wait till the hot dogs, burgers, onions and fries are done before you serve. The items will flash (glow) when ready. Don’t wait too long, or the items will burn. Serve raw or burnt food and you’ll be penalized. Click on the food item multiple times to add it on. Pick up money from the counter to clear the way for new customers. Keep your eye on the clock you only have limited time to meet your daily goals. Keep your customers happy and they’ll reward you with more cash.

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The harmonious vibes of this Songstress flows through the underground of main-street music and the passion expressed in her live performances shed some light on the original roots of soul music- life's lessons. Indeed, the addictive vocal arrangements of Alana DaCosta have an impact on her audience. Her style of singing is controlled, captivating and inspirational. Her gift of song opens the minds of her listeners and arouses a new depth of soul music. Her distinctive sound extends beyond boundaries as she consistently blends nu-soul with grooves and vibes of hip-hop, reggae, jazz, and a drop of funk. Born in Bronx, New York, to Jamaican parents, Alana DaCosta, as a toddler would hum the tunes of singers ranging from Gregory Isaac to Donna Summer. Alana's mother would often encourage her only child to entertain herself with her "most favorite toy" in their home, her mother's turntable. Alana's exposure to various musical genres at a young age influenced her singing and songwriting styles. She began her musical endeavors at the early age of 7, performing in school plays, charity events and talents shows. By the time she was ten, Alana began writing poetry, competing in oratorical contests, and playing the trumpet in a jazz and concert band. Two years later, she enrolled at the Dillard Center of the Performing Arts in Fort Lauderdale, Florida; where she excelled in her chosen track of voice and instrumental training. As a student, Alana performed throughout Florida and Bahamas with some of the most talented musicians and singers such as Roberta Flack and Peabo Bryson. A graduate of the prestigious Howard University in Washington, D.C., Alana's strong passion for helping others influenced her decision to study Psychology as well as Music, with a concentration in Voice and Jazz studies. She continued to excel in her studies and performed throughout the Baltimore and DC area. "One day my music will touch the minds, hearts and souls of people across the world, and will increase one's motivation for self discovery and the desire to live life freely", says Alana, a songwriter who truly understands and respects the healing power of music and conveys her artistic mission through her songs. Since returning to South Florida in 2001, Alana has performed at numerous venues including the premiere screening of Erykah Badu's short film documentary "Hair Stories" at the elegant Nikki Beach Club in South Beach. Alana received admirable reviews from her audiences at Hard Rock Café Bayside and at "Urban Nights" held at the legendary Eden Rock Resort. In the recording studio, Alana has recorded background vocals for various artists and has shared the stage with well-known reggae artists such as Beres Hammond, Luciano, Maxi Priest, and Marcia Griffiths. Alana also performs at colleges and universities throughout the United States with Poetic Ahku, a group of poets, singers, and musical pioneers that are driven by the desire to expose the college audience to "homegrown" soul through poetry and song. With the drive and passion felt in her music, there is no doubt, that this talented young lady is destined to leave her own mark in the world and make her artistic mission a reality.

Yes yes y'all, check it out y'all (repeat 2X) Chorus: Rakim (Yo) I find a show, rhyme til it's time to go I'm designed to blow, my mind's inclined to flow Yo, my MO, makin all kind of dough From the info that Rakim show, y'know? Verse One: Rakim Yes yes y'all, I still fiend by any means to flow, and I go through extremes don't intervene My adventures show like a three dimensional screen Cause I mention many things and I'm presentin many scenes Guess I'm telegraphic, motions energentic Better tell em forget it, cause I'm telekinetic Crowds is screamin, I choke the mic and keep squeezin Styles seemin like I used a thousand words without breathin Bustin techs like Russian Roulette I doubt you win Freestyles like hand grenades without the pin Composin, then leave the mic full of corrosion Don't test this, or best to expects this explosion At shows I spit flows with seven deadly venoms Killin syllables with poisonous synonyms in em Ideas is blowin, mics is blowin from what I'm showin, see it, I keep it goin when I'm flowin Chorus Verse Two: Rakim When I'm flowin, theoretically speakin like a drummer I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer or illustrate, a time and place you never been in and make you focus on the future after seein the beginning And my style wilds, like Miles on the trumpet Volume dial was kind of low, need to pump it Up another notch turn the dial til it stops More watts you got, more things to watch Third eye's wide open, you're focused on ...

If I'm a bad person, you don't like me Well I guess I'll make my own way It's a circle A mean cycle I can't excite you anymore Where's your gavel? Your jury? What's my offense this time? You're not a judge but if you're gonna judge me Well sentence me to another life Don't wanna hear your sad songs I don't wanna feel your pain When you swear it's all my fault Cause you know we're not the same (no) We're not the same (no) Oh we're not the same Yeah the friends who stuck together We wrote our names in blood But I guess you can't accept that the change is good (hey) It's good (hey) It's good Well you treat me just like another stranger Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess I'll go I best be on my way out You treat me just like another stranger Well it's nice to meet you sir I guess I'll go I best be on my way out Ignorance is your new best friend Ignorance is your new best friend This is the best thing that could've happened Any longer and I wouldn't have made it It's not a war no, it's not a rapture I'm just a person but you can't take it The same tricks that, that once fooled me They won't get you anywhere I'm not the same kid from your memory Well now I can fend for myself Don't wanna hear your sad songs I don't wanna feel your pain When you swear it's all my fault Cause you know we're not the same (no) We're not the same (no) Oh we're not the same Yeah we used to stick together We wrote our names in blood But I guess you can't accept that the change is good (hey) It's ...