Yo, yo, motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'!

No, sorry, I don't know what you're sayin'. What was it again?

shut tha fuck up bitch and eat yo' "wheeties"

Thanks for clarifying that bit for me.

it's street poetry dawwwwg

i'm going to buy some new trainers

Which street?

yes, very beautiful.

alexandra park way

Word booty.

You’re going to become a smarter investor/ capable of making informed decisions/ on major market actions/ because you’re walking alongside pros/who don’t just tell you what they think you should do/ but how and why to do it

Or you look over the shoulder and pay close attention /to a top hedge fund manager, as this superman/ of trading/ maneuvers /his multi-million dollar/ hedge fund into ever-higher/ profits through the day.

As an added bonus, he will tell you/ about every trade he makes /or thought he has on the market – as you /sit at the table with your laptop/ maneuvering your portfolio to ever-higher profits

Sweet! That's some dope shit, yo.

Sandy Weill be illin'/ SEC be grillin'/ Harvey Pitt be chillin'/ At his retirement pad/ Paid for by Andersen Accountin'/ Eliot Spitzer is willin'/ To make Bernie Ebbs a villain/ While Sharon Watkins be spillin'/ The beans/ And Martha Stewart, um, yeah.

Hi!

battle on!

I can't battle, that was my first freestyle since, like 1995 ("I'll take you to the rims/ Like my man Alvin Sims").

But finance rhymes = classix.

i had a little homie called Alan Farley/ he suggests that you rethink yr timing/ and stay clear of the herd in a momentum market/ gains come in short bursts and my lyrics are like a herse

terse/ and tense like the City in september/ we had to leave our buildings i don't know if you remember/ we ended up losing about 70% of our profits, see/ fuck international terrorism and the effects it has on world accountancy

Does the Rot on Wall Street Reach Right to the Top?/ As the latest in a long line of Wall Street morality plays/ The one involving Sanford I. Weill, the chairman of Citigroup/ And Jack B. Grubman, his firm's former star telecommunications analyst/ Is unfolding in depressingly familiar fashion/ But it differs too/ From some other dramas/ Involving brokerage firm titans:/ Thousands of individual investors/ lost millions of dollars because of what/ Appear to have been self-interested actions/ By Mr. Grubman and Mr. Weill.

The story so far:/ In early 1999/ Mr. Weill asked Mr. Grubman/ A man whose job it is to monitor/ By the minute what is happening at telecom companies/ To "take a fresh look" at AT&T/ Mr. Grubman, who had been negative/ On the stock, coincidentally upgraded it/ To a buy in November 1999/ A few months later/ Mr. Weill's firm helped AT& T/ Sell shares in its wireless division to investors/ Reaping bountiful fees/ And Mr. Grubman got help from Mr. Weill securing spots/ In a prestigious Manhattan nursery school for his twins.

In October 2000/ Mr. Grubman downgraded the shares again/ After the stock had lost 50 percent of its value.

Recall past Wall Street shows/ The infractions and hubris of Michael Milken at Drexel Burnham Lambert in the 1980's/ Did not wipe out armies of small investors/ And individual investors were largely unaffected/ By the attempt of a Salomon Brothers trader to corner the market/ In United States Treasury securities/ A power play that cost John H. Gutfreund/ The firm's chairman, his job in 1991.

Mr. Weill said last week/ That he did not mean to pressure Mr. Grubman/ Into changing his view on AT& T/ And that he assumed Mr. Grubman/ Would rate the stock on its merits/ But his argument is unpersuasive. [damn, that's cold!]

The fact is, Mr. Weill's request/ Of Mr. Grubman draws him/ Into the circle of people/ That investors can consider at least partly responsible/ For losses they incurred by following the analyst's advice/ Between his upgrade of AT&T when the stock was at $57.43/ and his downgrade, at $28.88/ Some $80 billion in market value vanished.

To be sure, Mr. Grubman was not/ The only analyst who was bullish on AT&T in 1999/ This column quoted one in May 1999/ Who incorrectly projected a positive future/ For the company and its shareholders/ What a bad call of mine that column was! [humility]

It may not come as a surprise/ To people on Wall Street/ Or those accustomed to its ways/ That Mr. Weill inserted himself into the research process relating to AT&T/ But that doesn't mean it looks good/ In fact, it looks awful/ Sufficiently so that some large investors/ Have dumped Citigroup shares as a result.

BILL DIERKER, vice president of equity securities/ At Nationwide Insurance in Columbus, Ohio/ Said he had sold the last of his company's roughly/ 1.5 million Citigroup shares last Thursday/ That was the day after Mr. Weill owned up/ To contacting Mr. Grubman about his AT&T rating.

Mr. Dierker's reason?/ "The quality of management is a big variable/ In my decision-making process/ And Citigroup went from having a reasonable score to having a low score,"/ he said/ "For investors, it used to be we didn't know what we didn't know/ Now, I think there's a sense that there's a lot we don't know." [dag!]

Mr. Weill's position/ At the top of Citigroup/ May yet be secure/ But his legacy/ As an impressive manager/ Who has created significant shareholder value/ Has been severely damaged.

Bill Fleckenstein, president of Fleckenstein Capital/ in Seattle/ Said the incident showed/ "That it wasn't just the analysts and the corporate finance guys/ On Wall Street who would do whatever it took to make a buck/ The C.E.O.'s did, too."/ But this was standard practice on Wall Street in the 90's/ he noted/ "The only reason we get to know about this/ Is there was a paper trail," he said/ And a doozy of a trail at that.

Why is it so hard/ For smart people who have been around awhile/ — Mr. Weill and Mr. Grubman qualify on both counts/ — To see that if the road to instant gratification/ Requires taking a wrong moral turn/ Such a turn is inadvisable?/ I really and truly want to know.

I heat up, I can't cool down/ You got me spinnin'/ 'Round and 'round/ 'Round and 'round and 'round it goes/ Where it stops nobody knows

Every time you call my name/ I heat up like a burnin' flame/ Burnin' flame full of desire/ Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

Abra-abra-cadabra/ I want to reach out and grab ya/ Abra-abra-cadabra/
Abracadabra

You make me hot, you make me sigh/ You make me laugh, you make me cry/ Keep me burnin' for your love/ With the touch of a velvet glove

Abra-abra-cadabra/ I want to reach out and grab ya/ Abra-abra-cadabra/
Abracadabra

I feel the magic in your caress/ I feel magic when I touch your dress/
Silk and satin, leather and lace/ Black panties with an angel's face

I see magic in your eyes/ I hear the magic in your sighs/ Just when I think I'm gonna get away/ I hear those words that you always say

Abra-abra-cadabra/ I want to reach out and grab ya/ Abra-abra-cadabra/ Abracadabra

Every time you call my name/ I heat up like a burnin' flame/ Burnin' flame full of desire/ Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

I heat up, I can't cool down/ My situation goes 'round and 'round
etc.

i always used to think he was saying 'somethings happening, leather and lace' - i have no idea why

YO YO! MY NIGGA BITCH! BLING-BLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Stop acting all frogga.

yo, 'tsup fools! my nigga bitch!!!!!!

he was supposed to say "Ninja!"

''Very melodic!''

not until geir sez so! ;-)