Brick

A brick is building material used to make walls, pavements and other elements in masonry construction. Traditionally, the term brick referred to unit composed of clay, but it is now used to denote any rectangular units laid in mortar. A brick can be composed of clay-bearing soil, sand and lime, or concrete materials. Bricks are produced in numerous classes, types, materials, and sizes which vary with region and time period, and are produced in bulk quantities. Two basic categories of bricks are fired and non-fired bricks.

Block is a similar term referring to a rectangular building unit composed of similar materials, but is usually larger than a brick. Lightweight bricks (also called "lightweight blocks") are made from expanded clay aggregate.

Fired bricks are one of the longest-lasting and strongest building materials, sometimes referred to as artificial stone, and have been used since circa 5000 BC. Air-dried bricks, also known as mudbricks, have a history older than fired bricks, and have an additional ingredient of a mechanical binder such as straw.

Bricks (disambiguation)

Bricks are artificial stones made by forming clay into rectangular blocks.

Bricks may also refer to:

Music

  • Bricks (band), a late 1980s lo-fi alternative band fronted by Mac McCaughan, of Superchunk
  • Bricks (1975), an album by Hello People
  • "Bricks", a deluxe edition track on the album The State vs. Radric Davis
  • "Bricks", a 1988 song by Crimpshrine
  • Other uses

  • BRICKS (software), an EC-funded, open-source software framework for digital libraries
  • Equivalent VIII, occasionally referred to as "The Bricks", a sculpture by Carl Andre constructed in 1966
  • See also

  • Brick (disambiguation)
  • The State vs. Radric Davis

    The State vs. Radric Davis is the sixth studio album by American rapper Gucci Mane. It was released on December 8, 2009.The State vs. Radric Davis comes after a slew of independent releases, mixtapes, and features over the past few years. Productions from Polow da Don, Drumma Boy, Mannie Fresh, among others. Featured artists includes, Usher, Plies, Lil Wayne, Cam'ron, Soulja Boy, Rick Ross, Bun B, OJ da Juiceman, Wooh da Kid, Waka Flocka Flame, and Nicki Minaj. The iTunes deluxe version contains the EP, Wasted: The Prequel.

    The album debuted at number 10 on the US Billboard 200 selling 89,000 copies in its first week. The album was met with generally favorable reviews from music critics. As of August 19, 2012, the album has sold an estimated 424,000 copies. With the success of The State vs. Radric Davis, Gucci Mane announced that his next two albums will be parts of a trilogy. The second, and third album will be called The Appeal: Georgia's Most Wanted due for release September 28, 2010, and The State vs. Radric Davis: The Verdict, respectively. However he later decided to break the trilogy and change the third album's title.

    Redman

    Redman may refer to:

  • Redman (surname)
  • Redman (TV series), a Japanese tokusatsu television series
  • Redman (rapper)
  • Method Man & Redman
  • Red Dragon (musician), Jamaican deejay Leroy May, who initially worked under the name Redman
  • Red man syndrome, a reaction to the antibiotic vancomycin
  • Red Man tobacco
  • The Gospel of the Redman, a book by Ernest Thompson Seton
  • The Redman on traffic lights that signal pedestrians to stop
  • Redman, Michigan
  • Homo Soveticus, people whose minds are shaped by living in the Soviet Union
  • See also

  • Redmon (disambiguation)
  • Crispa Redmanizers, basketball team
  • Redman (surname)

    Musicians

  • Dewey Redman (1931–2006), American jazz tenor saxophonist
  • Don Redman (1900–1964), American jazz musician and composer
  • Joshua Redman (born 1969), prominent American jazz saxophonist
  • Matt Redman (born 1974), English Christian worship leader and songwriter
  • Michael Redman (singer) (born 1945), American singer
  • Reginald Redman (1892–1972), British light music composer
  • Ryan Redman, member of Exit Ten, a British metal band
  • Athletes

  • Brian Redman (born 1937), English racing driver
  • Chris Redman (born 1977), American football quarterback
  • Jim Redman (cricketer) (1926–1981), English cricketer
  • Jim Redman (born 1931), English motorcycle road racer
  • Joel Redman (born 1987), English professional wrestler
  • Magdalen Redman (born 1930), American professional baseball player
  • Mark Redman (born 1974), American professional baseball player
  • Michele Redman (born 1965), American professional golfer
  • Prentice Redman (born 1979), American professional baseball outfielder
  • Rick Redman (born 1943), American football linebacker
  • Redman (TV series)

    Redman (レッドマン Reddoman) is a Japanese tokusatsu television series. A Kyodai Hero programme, it features the titular hero growing to immense size and fighting similarly sized monsters. Originally broadcast as 138 five-minute segments as part of the children's variety show Ohayo! Kodomo Show on Nihon TV, it was produced by Tsuburaya Productions. Redman was initially aired between April 3, 1972 to September 8 of that same year.

    It is similar in many ways to the most famous of Kyodai Hero series', the Ultra Series; indeed, all enemy monsters featured were re-used from programmes produced as part of that franchise.

    References

  • Redman at the Japan Hero Encyclopedia.

  • Podcasts:

    PLAYLIST TIME:

    Bricks Two

    by: Redman

    Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man
    Just rhymin' over here man
    Hey go 'head, go get drunk, nigga
    Ay, go smoke yo' weed, nigga
    Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfucka
    It's Brick City dawgs over here
    We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don
    It's bone-afficial my nizzle
    D-Don got issues and a type team that dismiss you
    Oh boy, I gets more chips than ahoy
    I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
    I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
    I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
    I'm platinum in streets, I got love in the streets
    And I'm more underground than your basement concrete
    Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
    Still bringin' the beef if you're bringin' me grief
    I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
    Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
    I'm Brick City baby, twenty-four seven
    A project nigga, that's tryin' to see heaven
    I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on
    I'm the portrait of a hustler and once again it's on
    I still got money buried in my backyard
    I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
    My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
    And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song
    Yo, we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
    Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
    Like they cut and you got the power to heal scars
    Never down 'cause the underground crown is still large
    See, I rap for a livin' probably rap 'til I die
    If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
    I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
    Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
    What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill?
    Never catch me at the ball out spot with small bills
    Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
    When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
    Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
    Rather bounce with a short chicken head in blue shades
    'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
    I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
    Ridin' through your block with six new chains on
    Pullin' over, droppin' H-bombs
    No doubt, I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
    Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin'
    Jersey that's whassup
    (Whassup, yo?)
    You heard me light the Dutch
    (Smokin' weed)
    Rock on like what the fuck
    (What the fuck?)
    Jersey that's whassup, Brick City
    Jersey that's whassup
    (Whassup, yo?)
    You heard me light the Dutch
    (Smokin' weed)
    Rock on like what the fuck
    (What the fuck?)
    Jersey that's whassup, Brick City
    Fuckin' with me is a close call out of my crew
    Don't try it, I fuckin' roast y'all, you and your co-stars
    Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
    Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
    Roz spit rawness, state to state hood streets and block corners
    Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
    Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
    But I won't stop just slow down like easy pass
    Back up and give the R room
    Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
    In my city they don't pop they collar
    Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
    I'm from the B R I C K S
    And my squad is hot, any beef they bless
    Any squad that test gon' meet they death
    Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?
    Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
    There's a sign at the door, no bitin' allowed
    Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
    So whoever want the drama I'm invitin' them now
    Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
    Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
    Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
    With razor sharp skills so ill they sever ears
    Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
    Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
    Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
    Still when I spit, I flip like spock sent me
    And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
    But if they brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
    Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
    And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit
    Jersey that's whassup
    (Whassup, yo?)
    You heard me light the Dutch
    (Smokin' weed)
    Rock on like what the fuck
    (What the fuck?)
    Jersey that's whassup, Brick City
    Jersey that's whassup
    (Whassup, yo?)
    You heard me light the Dutch
    (Smokin' weed)
    Rock on like what the fuck
    (What the fuck?)
    Jersey that's whassup, Brick City
    I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
    I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
    That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
    You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
    It's Double O again, still runnin', still gunnin'
    It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin'
    Talkin' that killer shit like you blood raw
    And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
    Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
    Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
    I'm [Incomprehensible], y'all is Swiss Miss
    My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
    It be the Bricks again with me with them steel rods
    It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
    I did everything from robberies to dope
    And y'all just lie about it like it's a big-ass joke
    Playin' like kids, I think you want me to spank you
    Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
    And if you niggaz don't like what I say
    I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley every fuckin' day
    Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
    Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
    Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga




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