Satiric misspelling
A satiric misspelling is an intentional misspelling of a word, phrase or name for a rhetorical purpose. This is often done by replacing a letter with another letter (for example, k replacing c), or symbol (for example, $ replacing s, @ replacing a, or ¢ replacing c). Satiric misspelling is found particularly in informal writing on the Internet, but can also be found in some serious political writing that opposes the status quo.
K replacing c
Replacing the letter c with k in the first letter of a word came into use by the Ku Klux Klan during its early years in the mid-to-late 19th century. The concept is continued today within the group.
In the 1960s and early 1970s in the United States, leftists, particularly the Yippies, sometimes used Amerika rather than America in referring to the United States. It is still used as a political statement today. It is likely that this was originally an allusion to the German spelling of the word, and intended to be suggestive of Nazism, a hypothesis that the Oxford English Dictionary supports.
EO
EO may refer to:
Politics
Companies and organizations
Computing
Other meanings
Abisares
Abisares (or Abhisara (अभिसार); in Greek Αβισαρης), called Embisarus (Eμβισαρoς) by Diodorus, was a Kashmiri king of Abhira descent beyond the river Hydaspes, whose territory lay in the mountains, sent embassies to Alexander the Great both before and after the conquest of Porus in 326 BC, although inclined to espouse the side of the latter. Alexander not only allowed him to retain his kingdom, but increased it, and on his death in 325 BC appointed his son as his successor.
Kingdom
Hazara (country), the Abisares of the Greeks; it forms the North-western district of the Peshawar division. It was conquered by Arjuna. But Dr. Stein identifies the kingdom of Abhisara with the tract of the lower and middle hills between the Vitasta (Jhelum) and Chadrabhaga (Chenab) including the state of Rajapuri (Rajauri) in Kasmira. The kingdom of Abhisara finds reference in ancient Indian texts also. In epic times and Buddhist times, it had formed integral part of Ancient Kamboja Mahajanapada. Old kingdom of Abhisara was basically situated in the Poonch, Rajauri and Nowshera districts of Jammu and Kashmir.
Dan-e-o
Daniel Faraldo (born June 10, 1977), known professionally as Dan-e-o, is a Canadian hip hop artist and actor of Jamaican and Spanish descent. In June 2015, Dan-e-o received the award for Best Hip Hop Act at the Black Canadian Awards. He is currently working on a new project & is a member of the group Perfeck Strangers, based in Scarborough, Ontario.
Early career
Veteran Toronto MC, Dan-e-o, began displaying his wordplay publicly at the age of 13 and became a consistent winner of rap battles. His career was officially launched in 1996 when his first single "Dear Hip Hop" was featured on Beat Factory/EMI's, RapEssentials Volume One compilation. The track is now considered a Canadian hip-hop classic.Dan-e-o established his crew, Monolith as a Canadian favourite in the world of hip-hop in 1997 by co-founding One Rock Records and independently releasing the EP, The Long Awaited... the following year. With two hit videos, "At The T.O.P." and "Plan Eh", this project helped put Dan-e-o and the 10-member Monolith crew permanently on the hip-hop map.
Podcasts:
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by Dan-e-o
We & You
by: Dan-e-o[CUTS]
Dan-e-o, the bull fighter, rhyme writer, el matador
Lyrical mastermind, flow viciously, this MC be raw
Mono marksmen be sharpenin' they skills
You couldn't screw with the crew, Monolith
Cus disrespect is not allowed when the Lith rolls through
This rap addict's back at it to have you fags frantic
Cats who have static, your caskets need plannin'
Though Dan is asthmatic, I lyrically blast cannons
I seriously can't stand what this industry has patented
A style of rap that's laced with phrases that's basically lazy
Wasting our babies' minds through songs that's crazily shady
Amazing me maybe the most is how we disgrace the ladies
On screens, got 'em dribbling more balls than Tracy McGrady
What company hired you to give the rep that you holdin'?
Sometimes I see your V.I.P. pass and bet that it's stolen
You never wrote a rhyme so why your head is so swollen?
Couldn't make a crowd get up even if the credits was rollin'
It's a shame you an A&R, you won't get your label far
Would rock groups get signed if its members couldn't play guitar?
(No) then why do wack rappers make mad grands?
Meanwhile, without a badge, I'm still known as The Man, yeah!
[CHORUS x2]
WE come to rock, YOU come to jock!
WE nice the vibe and y'all niggaz dick ride!
YOU come to hate, WE snatch your plate!
And YOU get your food eaten every time!
I crush clowns, make they're blabberin' a hushed sound
Gwannin' with too much mouth like if they scored a touchdown
Now they just cuss, frown and cry cuz they just found
I must pound punks into the ground 'till they dust bound
Cuz all you've done is rockin' in your click's sessions
Assumin' that each verse makes a popular impression
Stop any bredren from walkin' up into my section
Cuz from one mention, I pop niggaz like big questions
Still my records don't make enough funds for me
And you complainin' how commercial hip-hop's come to be?
You internet nerds are all punks to D
How will underground survive when you get stuff for free?
See this menace is a murderer with sentences
Greater than percentages of pregnant kids on T.V. talk show segments is
But you a faker, step to me and I'll make ya
Later than periods and the times most niggaz wake up!
[CHORUS]
[BRIDGE]
WE be the niggaz who can rock the house
And YOU be the niggaz who just run your mouth
See, WE be the niggaz who can make 'em dance
And YOU be the niggaz you ain't got a chance
See, WE be the niggaz who are bound to blow
And YOU be the niggaz who ain't learned to flow
So just chill and check how it's supposed to go
Yo peep it, yo peep it, peep it, peep it…
Man, what you lookin' at? Who you tryin' to scare with your crooked raps?
Cookin' facts up so all that's in your lyric book is crap
Claimin' you jookin' chaps, to me you the shookest cats
How you sell your soul, you might as well work where them hookers at
Battle your click and start with the largest member
Spirits I break with more malice than all of law's offenders
Hotter than West Indian food made with the harshest pepper
Serve you niggaz with verses badder than my father's temper
Remember "Dear Hip Hop"?, you one of his abusers
Especially you hatin' types, fake gangstas and you nerds
Callin' my pager anonymously dissin' me through words
No metaphors needed here: you're straight up friggin losers!
Yo, you're soon to hurt, here's what happens when this tune'll burst
It'll puncture the universe like dolls for a voodoo curse
Do you see the moon and earth? Yo, they'll be the first to go
I don't know what's worse you know, a flood or when I burst a flow!