Minggu, 02 Maret 2014
Aturan Dasar Netiket
Aturan Dasar Netiket
Berinteraksi di dunia maya, baik
itu dengan e-mail, chatting, mailing list atau yang lainnya diperlukan aturan
yang disebut natiket (Asal kata net:internet dan etiquette:etika.
Pertama: ingatlah bahwa kita berinteraksi dengan manusia. jangan lupa bahwa orang yang membaca e-mail atau posting kita benar-benar manusia yang memiliki perasaan. Sehingga:
1.Jangan berteriak - gunakan huruf kapital dengan bijaksana. Tidak baik melukai perasaan oranglain
2.Jangan menggunakan kata-kata yang bersifat sarkasme
3.Jangan pernah mengirimkan e-mail atau posting tentang hal-hal yang tidak akan pernah anda ucapkan secara langsung kepada si pembaca.
Kedua: Standart perilaku didunia nyata berlaku pula didunia maya. Konsekuensinya:
1.Jaga keetisan
2.Melawan hukum adalah netiket yang buruk
Ketiga: Ketahuilah dimana anda berada di dunia maya. Maka:
1.Netiket bervariasi dari satu domain ke domain lainnya
2.Tunggulah sambil mengamati (dengan membaca posting-posting sebelumnya) domain yang anda masuki sebelum anda berinteraksi didalamnya.
Keempat: Hargailah waktu dan bandwidth oranglain. Konsekuansinya:
1.Tidak mengapa jika anda menganggap apa yang sedang anda kerjakan saat ini merupakan hal yang terpenting dijagad raya. Namun, jangan berharap bahwa orang lain akan berpikiran sama.
2.Kirim pesan (pdiatasosthing) pada group diskusi yang sesuai. Tetaplah pada topik diskusi, jika pesan anda tidak sesuai dengan topik yang ada, Jangan kirimkan pesan tersebut.
3.Usakan untuk tidak menanyakan hal bodoh pada group.
4.Baca dahulu FAQ (frequently asked questions) sebelum mulai bertanya
5.Gunakan e-mail japri (jalur pribadi) Untuk hal yang bersifat personal daripada mengirimkannya kepada group.
6.Jangan membuang waktu pembaca yang sudah mahir mengirimkan informasi yang mendasar.
Kelima: Jangan membuat bingung pembaca. Caranya:
1. Buat e-mailseperti kartu post. Jaga supaya pesan anda singkat saja.
2.Jangan terlalu berlebihan dalam mengutip. Dalam membalas pesan kutiplah hanyahal yang penting untuk dibalas.
3.Tulis dan ejalah dengan benar. Tulis seperti anda menulis sebuah surat.
4.Jaga supaya signature paling banyak 4baris saja.
5.Cek ulang diweb jika anda mendapat e-mail tentang virus. Jika anda tidak pasti tentang hal tersebut, jangan meneruskan e-mai tadi keorang lain.
6.Jangan mengirim spam.
Nah patuhi netiket
Kamis, 07 November 2013
PACE WON & MR.GREEN LYRICS "My Song" [feat. Rival]
This is my song, we party on and on and on til the mornin and noone can take it away,
This is my song, we pour liquor for our people that are gone and noone can take it away,
I bust a shot for my brother, two for my daughter,
Three for my people overseas gettin' slaughtered
I tried to go to Canada they stopped me at the border
Told me that my record and my papers aren't in order,
I said what?, I'm a performer,
No longer sellin' those drugs out on the corner,
But I do run down with more brothers than one end
And I live in a city and that's hot as a sauna
But I'm karma, and I have'nt been locked up in the longest,
So a heckler won't tell me or hinder my performance
My fingers have been shringed, but in Europe it's enurmous, so I do my song and I almost need no chorus
They cheer for us, they say so,
You got a dirty record so I you gotta go,
So I came back home hooked up arrival
Made a couple spiritual like... by you,
There my soul, I'm 33 years old, 23 years here rappin like Hov
12 years generating heat like stove
I came out with the fugees, started making moochie,
Starting going out with them dimes eating sushi,
Went back to polo, run back to Gucci,
Went back to talking to these girls that were booshi
They come three, four, dollar just like some muslis
[Chorus:]
This is my song, we party on and on and on til the mornin and noone can take it away,
This is my song, we pour liquor for our people that are gone and noone can take it away,
Man I grew hard in Jersey nine years after the riots
The first time weed got passed to me I tried it
After that I chipped in to buy it, roll it up, fry it, then watch weird science,
Way before my crack was hittin in the stove
Before DB got clapped by Clinton and Grove
Rest in peace I'm in the staircase pinchin the O
Or experiment with drugs dipped in the stone,
... I'm fly without dro, like a pimp in his robe, pistol whippin his hoes,
You you catch me in the streets like a wino
Act up and I'm comin straight at you like a Rhino
Man my cocaine is white as albinos
I'm the main attraction you're a sideshow
And I'm hotter than a pyro in Cairo
When I melt the wax if you put me on a vinyl
Lift up, cock back,.. me and my girl get marry we like Brangelina
And I make bomb music, my producers, jewish, just like John Stewart,
Run the streets from the Bronx to Newark,
Hit the clubs same jeans and a new shirt, if it's any beef, I let the tool jerk
Or you can get jump like Q-Burk.
Yeah, this is from my people locked down,
Just know you're still with us even though you not around,
Yeah, this is for my people in the street
Doin what they got to do, kids got to eat,
Yeah, this is from my people on they grind,
No more waitin in line, it's our time
This is dedicated to the people in the hood,
No matter what city you're from, it's all good.
[Chorus]
This is my song, we pour liquor for our people that are gone and noone can take it away,
I bust a shot for my brother, two for my daughter,
Three for my people overseas gettin' slaughtered
I tried to go to Canada they stopped me at the border
Told me that my record and my papers aren't in order,
I said what?, I'm a performer,
No longer sellin' those drugs out on the corner,
But I do run down with more brothers than one end
And I live in a city and that's hot as a sauna
But I'm karma, and I have'nt been locked up in the longest,
So a heckler won't tell me or hinder my performance
My fingers have been shringed, but in Europe it's enurmous, so I do my song and I almost need no chorus
They cheer for us, they say so,
You got a dirty record so I you gotta go,
So I came back home hooked up arrival
Made a couple spiritual like... by you,
There my soul, I'm 33 years old, 23 years here rappin like Hov
12 years generating heat like stove
I came out with the fugees, started making moochie,
Starting going out with them dimes eating sushi,
Went back to polo, run back to Gucci,
Went back to talking to these girls that were booshi
They come three, four, dollar just like some muslis
[Chorus:]
This is my song, we party on and on and on til the mornin and noone can take it away,
This is my song, we pour liquor for our people that are gone and noone can take it away,
Man I grew hard in Jersey nine years after the riots
The first time weed got passed to me I tried it
After that I chipped in to buy it, roll it up, fry it, then watch weird science,
Way before my crack was hittin in the stove
Before DB got clapped by Clinton and Grove
Rest in peace I'm in the staircase pinchin the O
Or experiment with drugs dipped in the stone,
... I'm fly without dro, like a pimp in his robe, pistol whippin his hoes,
You you catch me in the streets like a wino
Act up and I'm comin straight at you like a Rhino
Man my cocaine is white as albinos
I'm the main attraction you're a sideshow
And I'm hotter than a pyro in Cairo
When I melt the wax if you put me on a vinyl
Lift up, cock back,.. me and my girl get marry we like Brangelina
And I make bomb music, my producers, jewish, just like John Stewart,
Run the streets from the Bronx to Newark,
Hit the clubs same jeans and a new shirt, if it's any beef, I let the tool jerk
Or you can get jump like Q-Burk.
Yeah, this is from my people locked down,
Just know you're still with us even though you not around,
Yeah, this is for my people in the street
Doin what they got to do, kids got to eat,
Yeah, this is from my people on they grind,
No more waitin in line, it's our time
This is dedicated to the people in the hood,
No matter what city you're from, it's all good.
[Chorus]
Selasa, 05 November 2013
Jedi Mind Tricks - Design in Malice feat.Young Zee & Pacewon
[Verse 1]
If I don't have the mag I get a bastard stabbed
With a knife because I claw for an Alaskan crab
Young, I'm down with Vinnie give me six weeks
All y'all little pipsqueaks is up s**t's creek
Think we a joke? I'll put three in your throat
Drunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boat
Then I come open up the spot with coconut Ciroc so the hoes'll suck some c**k
Then I'll forget to call her, after the nut I get attention deficit disorder
1-5 catch us off Xes and dust
Whole clique of registered sex offenders
Pop s**t, we'll hold your funeral XCs
n****s money come in roman numerals
Your block slow now, she f**k with them rappers
Cause y'all n****s money took a muscle-relaxer
With a knife because I claw for an Alaskan crab
Young, I'm down with Vinnie give me six weeks
All y'all little pipsqueaks is up s**t's creek
Think we a joke? I'll put three in your throat
Drunk off gin and C&C coke then we flee in a boat
Then I come open up the spot with coconut Ciroc so the hoes'll suck some c**k
Then I'll forget to call her, after the nut I get attention deficit disorder
1-5 catch us off Xes and dust
Whole clique of registered sex offenders
Pop s**t, we'll hold your funeral XCs
n****s money come in roman numerals
Your block slow now, she f**k with them rappers
Cause y'all n****s money took a muscle-relaxer
[Chorus]
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
[Verse 2]
My music's strong enough to stop a bomb
I'm putting pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom
Who you think idea that it was to stop Saddam?
Who you think idea that was to drop the bomb?
You get your s**t rocked ma like Mustafa song
You blowing smoke you mothefucker, you should cop a bong
The nine Taurus jam a little bit, the Glock is strong
I move brutal and use voodoo like Papa Shango
Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam
Over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm
The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum'
Cause it's been hard on Vinnie since my father's gone
I'm about to blow the fucking horns like it was Rosh Hashanah
This is the calm before the storm, Armageddon dawn
Carry a mothefucker head that I shred in Nam
I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone
I'm putting pressure on you kids like I'm a soccer mom
Who you think idea that it was to stop Saddam?
Who you think idea that was to drop the bomb?
You get your s**t rocked ma like Mustafa song
You blowing smoke you mothefucker, you should cop a bong
The nine Taurus jam a little bit, the Glock is strong
I move brutal and use voodoo like Papa Shango
Over a billion Muslims, you could never stop Islam
Over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm
The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum'
Cause it's been hard on Vinnie since my father's gone
I'm about to blow the fucking horns like it was Rosh Hashanah
This is the calm before the storm, Armageddon dawn
Carry a mothefucker head that I shred in Nam
I speak literally, figuratively, the prophet gone
[Chorus]
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
It's work, not how I pass the time
I'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme
It's work, not how I pass the time
[Verse 3]
You don't have to search and question
I have the purse and the murder weapon
Never get a second chance to make a first impression
I'm no virgin to murder and I'm an urban legend
Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven
I don't like cops, I don't like co-operators
I don't like traitors or story corroborators
In any problem I'm the common denominator
My behaviour is the product of intoxicators
I'm just blood addicted, it's the other liquid
I'm above the limit off of the blood of the wicked
Don't even ask, there's somebody in the bodybags
The blood matches that's on the hatchets and hockey mask
I'm never traumatized, I don't have to compromise
I don't have to economize the homicides
You tell reasons to take the will my faith is nil
I believe that even Jesus has a way to kill
I have the purse and the murder weapon
Never get a second chance to make a first impression
I'm no virgin to murder and I'm an urban legend
Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven
I don't like cops, I don't like co-operators
I don't like traitors or story corroborators
In any problem I'm the common denominator
My behaviour is the product of intoxicators
I'm just blood addicted, it's the other liquid
I'm above the limit off of the blood of the wicked
Don't even ask, there's somebody in the bodybags
The blood matches that's on the hatchets and hockey mask
I'm never traumatized, I don't have to compromise
I don't have to economize the homicides
You tell reasons to take the will my faith is nil
I believe that even Jesus has a way to kill
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