Snus
Snus (/ˈsnuːs/; Swedish pronunciation: [snʉːs]) is a moist powder tobacco product originating from a variant of dry snuff in early 18th-century Sweden. It is placed under the upper lip for extended periods. Snus is not fermented and contains no added sugar. Although used similarly to American dipping tobacco, snus does not typically result in the need for spitting and, unlike naswar, snus is steam-pasteurized.
The sale of snus is illegal in the European Union (except for Sweden, where it is legal), Belarus, and Russia. Local varieties of snus, growing in popularity in the United States, have been seen as an alternative to smoking, chewing, and dipping tobacco. However, as US-manufactured snus does not have the same production standards or ingredients as Swedish snus (the use of significant amounts of sugar in US products being one major difference), some believe that it should not be called "snus."
History
In the 16th century, snuff (pulverized tobacco), the precursor of snus (moist snuff), was introduced to France by French diplomat Jean Nicot, who worked at the court of King Henry II of France. He recommended snuff to Catherine de' Medici as a migraine remedy. When she became a regular user of snuff, it became a fashion among the court and upper class citizens of France, especially among females, as it was deemed more socially acceptable than other forms of tobacco.
Swaziland National Union of Students
The Swaziland National Union of Students is a membership-based organisation of students in all higher institutions of learning in Swaziland. It seeks to create a student movement and geared to confront the socio economic and political challenges of the country. The organisation also advocates an education policy that is informed by the economic demands faced by the country and the democratisation of Swazi society.
The Union's President, Njabulo Mazibuko, was elected in November 2014.
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by: Snass[Intro]
I guess this is the moment y'all been waiting for
That's right, starting from this year
Mos Syde Entertainment is gonna represent y'all
Na'am sayin'? It's 2001
Now step to this...
[Verse 1]
It is a one-man game
I've monopolized this business
I'm straight occupying all segments
Not anybody else, only us
And it's like that
You can't wrestle with the likes o' the Mos Syde Scientists
Unless you wanna collide with the big time termites
That's another level of the pyramid
Where you at?
I lived in Medina Heights
The media couldn't do without me
Dig deeper, I'm eating you from underground
How are you gonna fight this drought?
How are you gonna survive this launch?
A bunch of my duns is having you for lunch
It's like you wanna bungee jump wit' us Gee
What?! What?! It's going down
My connection is the way up
Check out the sensational lay-up
The best team ever
Can't you see I'm victorious?
Stop being hilarious
Don't be blinded by the obvious
[CHORUS]
(Never) Never say I never told ya
(Never) Never say it's over til' it's over
(Never) Never operate the swerver til' you sober
(Never) Never trespass I'm a soldier
(Come) Come get some
I blows gum cuz I hate "gun"
I'm the son
That loves basking in the sun
Touching my projects with my right arm
[Verse 2]
Yo, you said it
Here is my retaliation
I've always wanted to hit back
I'm putting you in the baddest situation
Stress is locking you up for consumption
This is when I pop to the top
I guess I'm in luck
It took me five years
I been held hostage in the wannabes cage
Now I'm out with the Clark Wallabies
Ready to rap with the tap
This is how I'm back
To make it blacker than coke, coal or charcoal
As it burns, as we dance
As the world turns
Yeah, hell yeah, it's your posse on the edge
Mos Syde on the verge of clinching the purse
The snaps are all zeros
And no shares
You said you was a hero
Wassup with the Xerox?
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3]
I like the match-up
You won't even catch up
I'ma leave you mixed up
Pull you too a stretcher
When I've doubled up
My style is platinum
I leave your side numb
With my victory dance
You know how it's done duns
It's the realest thing right here
To overtake me
You gotta fade me
But don't fake me
Again it takes tons of time
And guts' smarts to rake me out
My bad, it's even too late
I'm too far this is par 4
I can't be spotted
I can't be caught up
I can't be faded
I ain't claiming
It's the game I'm playing
Y'all better be knowing
That I'm winning this season with a reason (Mos Syde yeah!)