Peter Mui
Peter Mui is a Chinese-American fashion designer, actor, and country musician in New York City. Born and raised in Oklahoma City, he has made a career out of his cross-cultural identity. He is the father of T.V. Carpio.
Fashion
Peter Mui co-founded Tungtex (Holdings) Co Ltd, a Hong Kong-based garment maker. He is the President and 49% owner of Yellow River, Inc., a New York-based garment firm which is 51% owned by Tungtex. Using tattoo art as a vehicle to express individuality and an attention to ethnic and cultural heritage Peter Mui founded the tattoo clothing brands Yellowman, Misplaced Cowboy, Samurai Surfer, and Mui Mui.
Traveling the world in search of tattoo artists, Mui found 10 of the best and devised a way to transfer an art traditionally done on skin onto clothing. The shirts, adorned with tattoo designs ranging from Maori tribal to American traditional, have become what Mui calls "wearable art," and the number of artists he uses has grown to 75. Says Mui, "I look at my [pieces of clothing] as being collectibles."
Podcasts:
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by Joe Budden
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by Keyshia Cole
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by Hum
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by Adão Negro
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by Clumsy Lovers
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by California Wives
Better Me
by: Joe Budden[Intro: Joe Budden]
I hear what nigga's sayin'.
Nigga's gonna' talk to me like...
Like when I come on the plane an' shit, Louie's on.
When I sit out in front of the muh'fuckin' plane wit' the daily news wit' my legs crossed an' shit.
Wanna' act like I ain't earn my seat, when I'm watchin' muh'fuckas walk to the back an' shit, when it's Coach.
You Pat Riley in that shit, nigga.
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Look here
Look, look...
I get a ghetto gospel
Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile.
Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool
Even at my lowest, I was sittin' on my highstool;
That's what bein' high do.
If I couldn't do shit, was always able ta' toke
They tol' me that a nigga die 'fore I was able ta' vote.
'Prolly 'cause me an' my constituents
An' all the shit we did
The MRI couldn't tell you what the issue is.
Wit' my treason came a cause that I believed in
Is it really wrong if a nigga got a reason?
At times I had ta' take doe
Nigga did whatever for a peso
Bein' from the hood'll be my scapegoat.
A "can it be", 'cause I wasn't born into a canopy
Maybe I was prone to fallin' in love wit' vanity.
Tell me shit'chu reap is the shit'chu sow
Tell God I'm better than the shit I show
I gotta grow, c'mon.
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Whoa...
Now look...
Now niggas say I floss too much
So... has he changed?
'Cause I don't think that thousand-dollar T cost too much.
All they should say is that he strong
Came out the fire unscathed, ye', I carried on
Lu Vuitton carry on.
[??] wit' my blessing's at a delay
Now ta' lace my chick in [??] is sorta' cliché.
Plane ain't gonn' ever land, less it's in the Netherlands
Twenty on that goldface, Breitling wit' the leather band.
Ask for a better hand
I tried collidin' wit my problems, ye', I never ran
That'll make me less a man.
I ain't go from not havin' it ta' bein' arrogant
I dreamt, went grabbin' it, jus' bein' passionate.
Some niggas get complaints an' why...
Dude's is newborn birds, jus' afraid ta' fly.
If you're foot's on the breaks, can't ride.
Me, I spread my wings, inhale an' embrace that high!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Give it away, give it away, give it away now [x3]
Look, look, look...
Part of me was gruesome
I ain't changed, I grew some
An' if I did change, I welcomed that shit to come.
Dudes that smoked trees wit' me
Dudes that used ta' be wit' me
They say I switched up on 'em an' did a three-sixty.
'Cause I don't burn it down
But to me it's commonsense -
You wann' see the otherside, gott' turn aroun'.
Show 'em your game face -
I tell 'em we was on the same track, but wasn't runnin' that same race.
Weighin' in the same space, but I ain't gonn' change pace
Some' won't let me slowdown, I can't explain fate.
So don't say I went from broke ta' booshie
I'm far from highend I jus' know what suits me, muh'fucka.