WWE Raw 12/2/2002Batista w/Ric Flair shows his powers against "The Super Hero" The Hurricane

A person in a bear costume walks down the street in Galveston during Hurricane Ike.

Also check out hurricanebear.com

Video from KHOU (CBS) in Houston.

Bear is Jacob Calle from What The Hell.

devastation in cuba. Cnn got this video footage from cubavision.

produced by shortytheblendchamp TEAM STREETCULTUREMUSIK www.myspace.com/shortytheblendchamp beat: DJ Khaled - Out Here Grindin' Hurricane Chris Bay Collipark Ratchet Rap-A-Lot Records Shreveport Polo Grounds Music...

To celebrate the new album 'Hurricane' due Nov 3rd and the brilliant 'Corporate Cannibal' song and video here is a vid I put together for 'Hurricane' the song which I've had on vinyl for about ten years! I edited it down as the start and end are just beats. Turns out the new album version is a lot different - slowed down but still great.

Jigga Juice featuring Hurricane Chris & Diamond by Lil Josh & Ernest

Hurricane by Wild

HURRICANE JANE

The second single from Black Kids - out June 23 2008 in the UK!

http://www.blackkidsmusic.com/
http://www.myspace.com/blackkidsrock

Directed by Rozan & Schmeltz

LYRICS:
Jane, I've made it plain, although I'm faded as a ghost:
I want you here inside me. Say the word.
Oh, you've been playing nice, but I can see it in your eyes,
You're thinking, "Christ. He's everybody's girl."

You can't spend the night...

Jane, I've seen you at the club. You were tearin' up the rug
With no regard for form. You're such a brute!
You had a ready elbow for the girls you hate or just don't know.
You head-butt me, cos you thought it was cute.

Yes, I'm sure you're right.
But we could spend the night together.
Or alone. That would be better.

It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody.
Oh, what's the use of making a bed?
I took something and it feels like karate;
It's kicked me down and left me for dead.

It's Friday night and I ain't got nobody,
So what's the use of pulling a shape?
I put what I want, when I want, in my body.
I'm never gonna give what I take.

Jane, I've seen the pain you've dealt. You've been with all my friends.
You tell me guard my heart, I might get hurt.
No doubt you'll hurt my feelings, and it's a given I'll be kneeling.
But I'm telling myself that it's gonna be worth it.

The story of the Hurricane

It's like a video for the song but with photos.


Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Playas Rock featuring Boxie by Hurricane Chris

The Ratchet City Movement EPK by Hurricane Chris

http://www.myspace.com/vick2hotdareala

A Trailer of the Hurricane starring Denzel Washington

A Bay Bay Remix by Hurricane Chris

The Hand Clap by Hurricane Chris

Hurricane Chris The Hand Clap
(C) 2007 J Records, a unit of SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT

The Hurricane vs. Triple-H, Raw 3/31/03

Hurricanes batter coastlines and send deadly debris flying through the air.

http://video.nationalgeographic.com/?source=4001

New Video from athlete, taken from the album Beyond The Neighbourhood. Single out 27th August, album 3rd September!

Dedicated to Hurricane Carter ...

Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world ...

Hurricane Chris A Bay Bay
(C) 2007 J Records, a Unit of SONY BMG MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT

A Bay Bay by Hurricane Chris

Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

by Bob Dylan and Jacques Levy

This was the raw before WM XX This Segment Is really funny u have to see it

Looking for signs of leadership and hope in post-Katrina New Orleans. Explore ( http://www.explore...

Music video by Scorpions performing Rock You Like A Hurricane
with David Mallet
(C) 1984 The Island Def Jam Music Group

The Scorpions playing Rock you like a hurricane.Taken from the "Moment of Glory" dvd.

"Rock You Like a Hurricane" is the one of the most famous songs by German hard rock/heavy metal band Scorpions. The song was released as the second track of their 1984 album Love at First Sting...

http://oublierleracisme.skyblog.com Rubin Carter, surnommé Hurricane est un boxeur noir américain né le 6 mai 1937 à Clifton (New Jersey) aux États-Unis, et qui passa 22 ans ...

BOB DYLAN SONG, MUSIC VIDEO.
With english subtitles:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohyQblkQ8fc
with spanish subtitles:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMFh63S8wfk
with spanish-english subtitles:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jq4LRkD4178
PLEASE COMMENT....THANKS!!!!

Neil Live

Del Love At First Sting, disco cojonudo, portada cojonuda, canciones cojonudas xDD

hurricane katrina aweson formation!!

Rock

A clip of the tragedies from Hurricane Katrina

El huracán Gustav dejó a su paso por Cuba daños en más de 100 000 casas, 370 escuelas, centenares de kilómetros de tendido eléctrico y telefónico, cultivos, pero sólo lesionó a 19 personas y no provocó ninguna muerte.
Un total de 467 000 personas fueron evacuadas en la Isla, 77 por ciento de ellas en Pinar del Río y la Isla de la Juventud, por donde el ciclón cruzó el país con vientos de 240 km/h, en categoría 4 en la escala Saffir Simpson, de 5.

WWF Smackdown! December 13, 2001 Hurrican saves Torrie Wilson..

Rémi, qui aime beaucoup le sport, s'essaye cette fois-ci au football americain. Comme toujours, il défend les couleurs de sa ville et porte le maillot des Hurricanes de Montpelli...

At least 50,000 families are still living in FEMA trailers more than two years after Katrina. According to CBS (from emails they obtained through actual reporting) the levels of formaldehyde is such that FEMA has prohibited its employees from even briefly entering them.

Firearms confiscation from a frail old lady