Haliimaile, Hawaii
Hāliʻimaile is a census-designated place (CDP) in Maui County, Hawaiʻi, United States. The population was 964 at the 2010 census.
Geography
Hāliʻimaile is located at 20°52′31″N 156°20′32″W / 20.87528°N 156.34222°W / 20.87528; -156.34222 (20.875211, -156.342340).
According to the United States Census Bureau, the CDP has a total area of 3.5 square miles (9.0 km2), of which 3.4 square miles (8.9 km2) is land and 0.03 square miles (0.07 km2), or 0.76%, is water.
Demographics
As of the census of 2000, there were 895 people, 254 households, and 193 families residing in the CDP. The population density was 534.0 people per square mile (205.7/km²). There were 260 housing units at an average density of 155.1 per square mile (59.8/km²). The racial makeup of the CDP was 16.65% White, 0.56% Native American, 40.89% Asian, 16.31% Pacific Islander, 0.22% from other races, and 25.36% from two or more races. Hispanic or Latino of any race were 6.26% of the population.
There were 254 households out of which 30.3% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 52.8% were married couples living together, 12.6% had a female householder with no husband present, and 24.0% were non-families. 17.7% of all households were made up of individuals and 7.1% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 3.52 and the average family size was 3.84.
Podcasts:
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by Talib Kweli
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by Peter Cetera
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by Shakin' Stevens
Holy Moly
by: Talib KweliYeah, as a kid growin up in Brooklyn, my pops was a DJ
He had a bunch of records - funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul
There was this one gospel record I liked like, like
Like holy moly, I might get some religion and leave you holy holy
Yeah, this rhyme is so fat it's roly poly
I give you intimate details so you can get to know me
These corporate rappers like "Why this dude pickin on me?"
You rap your way to the top, but now it's gettin lonely
Kids is hungry and you lookin like a steak from Nick & Tony's
But don't nobody want your jewels, cause your shit is phony
Say word? Your shit is real~?! Damn, your shit is corny
My rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley
And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe
Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from NEWWW YAWK
Started out skatin for Zoo York
Word hangin out at The Gavin, I was very lucky
To talk to Rash' once I got past Derek Dudley
Got him on "Respiration", that's pre-Badu
Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo
Sometimes I feel like I'm drownin I gotta tread water
Head above the water I always remember Headquarters
Heads up, eyes open, I got my mind focused
I find hope inside a line, my rhymes define opus
Sometimes hopeless people, fill my thoughts with evil
My record so hard it broke the needle
At the Mixtape Awards niggaz act like they don't give a fuck though
And disrespect the legacy of Justo
What the blood claat? No, let the blood flow
You ain't come to pay your respect, then what you come fo'?
Too many good niggaz die, it's like a stop loss
Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce
How you hard? The cops lettin 50 shots off
Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat
You are not Short, you are not Katt
You're not a player or a pimp, money stop that
Learn to master your speech and be eloquent
Rappers keep peddlin sweets, the beats weaker than gelatin
We used to kick up dust, now we settlin
Rest in peace to Dilla, Weldon, we can't forget you
Professor X and, Proof we miss you, word
Rest in peace to Shaka, twenty one gun salute
In the air like "BLAKA BLAKA BLAKA"
You're still here cause you're livin through me
You're like a gift God has given to me