Wadō (和銅) was a Japanese era name (年号,, nengō,, lit. "year name") after Keiun and before Reiki. This period spanned the years from January 708 through September 715. The reigning monarch was Empress Genmei.
The Japanese word for copper is dō (銅); and since this was indigenous copper, the "wa" (the ancient Chinese term for Japan) could be combined with the "dō" (copper) to create a new composite term -- "wadō"—meaning "Japanese copper." A mint was established in the province of Ōmi; and the Wadō era is famous for the coin wadōkaihō/wadōkaichin (和同開珎), which is recognized as the first Japanese currency. -- see image of Wadō Kaichin from Japan Mint Museum
WADO is a radio station on 1280 AM. WADO serves New York City and is owned by Univision. The station carries a Spanish language News and Talk format. Its transmitters are located in Carlstadt, New Jersey.
This station was launched as WGL on January 30, 1927, and was owned by the International Broadcasting Corporation. WGL president Colonel Lewis Landes stated on the inaugural broadcast, "The International Broadcasting Corporation's aim is to adhere to truth, to be free of partisanship, religious or political."
WGL was the first station to protest the frequency allocations of the Federal Radio Commission in May 1927. WGL was authorized to move to 1170 AM, but wanted to go to 720, occupied by WOR. When WOR was awarded the 710 frequency, both stations went to court, with WOR eventually winning the case. Finally in June 1927, WGL moved to 1020 AM and shared time with Paterson station, WODA.
In August 1927, studio manager Charles Isaacson announced one of the city's first attempts at local news coverage. WGL was organizing listeners to volunteer as radio reporters and call the station with breaking news stories.
I love family
'Cause family brings inspirations
One love to you and peace to all the nations
Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican
The African the Maori, Kouri and the Haitian
On the chocolate reservation
I'll take a hit and then pass the information
To the left hand side and
Keep providin', pride and
Sustenance and guidance
Mass Hysteria fools breaking down the barrier
Militant cliques big up the area
Put your fist in the air now
Show me that cha care now
And that cha really know how
Don't get thee behind me Satan
I'll keep thee in front so I can kick thee in the ass and
Assassinate all your wicked inventions
Your new world order and your global intentions
Not to mention the department of corrections
Makin' money off of people in detention
Doin' time for possessions
Countin' the days in the dark they buildin' up aggressions
Progressions all the dirty lessons
In the belly of the beast only God hears confessions
Geronimo Pratt's still sittin' in the cellar
Done as many years as they did Mandela
Parole board wanted to know are you remorseful
How could I be because I didn't do the crime yo
Y'alls the Motha fucka's that's guilty
Lockin' me in solitary eight years of filthy
Kill the messenger, you can't kill the message
Yo I'm bringin' food for the masses
For the Masses for the masses
Mental food food for the masses
For the masses for the masses for the true for the true
For the Masses for the masses
Mental food, food for the masses
For the masses for the masses for the true for the true
So let's eat have a seat
Call the Maitre D'
Commencin' with the rythm
I get open on the beat
Let 'em say what they say about the way that we be
It's the year two triple O
They can't stop we
Aw'ight, so let's see how the book unfolds
I write 'cause half the story has never been told so
No one can stop it the whole world's droppin' out the socket
Blowin' up, like NASA when I rock it
The high tech ways of the civilized man
Can't stand my people but ya love the sun tan
Fly the space shuttle like dancer and prancer
You nuke the north pole now you got skin cancer
The answer you see I'm fly like Lufthansa
You can Value it but you takin' big chances
On crashes. Change your name like Cassius
The classes be making food for the masses
Then shift to a speed that's common for the listeners
MC's and wanna be street politicians
In competition with the envious visions
They chasin' paper dollars to a pop chart prison
But listen this isn't me against you
'Cause the whole world's checking out the things that we do
Ya sold your soul to the Saint Ide's brew
That's aw'ight I like the Sprite in you
For the Masses for the masses
Mental food food for the masses
For the masses for the masses for the true for the true
For the Masses for the masses
Mental food, food for the masses