Arsenal
An arsenal is a place where arms and ammunition are made, maintained and repaired, stored, or issued, in any combination, whether privately or publicly owned. Arsenal and armoury (British English) or armory (US spelling) are mostly regarded as synonyms, although subtle differences in usage exist.
Sub-armory is a place of temporary storage or carrying of weapons and ammunition, like any temporary Post or patrol vehicle which is only operational in certain times of the day.
Etymology
From Italian: arsenale, and French: arsenal, from Arabic: دار الصناعة, dār aṣ-ṣināʕa, meaning "manufacturing shop".
Types
A lower-class arsenal, which can furnish the materiel and equipment of a small army, may contain a laboratory, gun and carriage factories, small-arms ammunition, small-arms, harness, saddlery tent and powder factories; in addition, it must possess great store-houses. In a second-class arsenal, the factories would be replaced by workshops. The situation of an arsenal should be governed by strategic considerations. If of the first class, it should be situated at the base of operations and supply, secure from attack, not too near a frontier, and placed so as to draw in readily the resources of the country. The importance of a large arsenal is such that its defences would be on the scale of those of a large fortress.
Arsenal (Central Park)
The Arsenal is a symmetrical brick building with modestly Gothic Revival details, located in Central Park, New York City, centered on 64th Street off Fifth Avenue. Built between 1847 and 1851 as a storehouse for arms and ammunition for the New York State Militia, the building predates the design and construction of Central Park, where only the Blockhouse (1814) is older.
The Arsenal was designed by Martin E. Thompson (1786–1877), originally trained as a carpenter, who had been a partner of Ithiel Town and went on to become one of the founders of the National Academy of Design. Thompson's symmetrical structure of brick in English bond, with headers every fifth course, presents a central block in the manner of a fortified gatehouse flanked by half-octagonal towers. The carpentry doorframe speaks of its purpose with an American eagle displayed between stacks of cannonballs over the door, and crossed sabers and stacked pikes represented in flanking panels.
The building currently houses the offices of the New York City Department of Parks and Recreation and the Central Park Wildlife Conservation Center, but it has also served as a zoo and housed a portion of the American Museum of Natural History's collections while its permanent structure was being erected. During the course of its lifetime it has also housed a police precinct, a weather bureau, and an art gallery.
Kremlin Arsenal
The Kremlin Arsenal (Russian: Арсенал Московского Кремля) is a former armory built within the grounds of the Moscow Kremlin in Russia. Initially constructed in 1736, it has been rebuilt several times. It remains in military use to date, unlike the Kremlin Armoury, another arsenal within the walls of the Moscow Kremlin, which is now a museum. The building is off-limits to tourists, who can view a portion of its short southern façade upon entering the precincts of the Moscow Kremlin. The Kremlin Arsenal is currently home to the Kremlin Regiment, which forms the main security service for the Russian President, and the longer eastern façade is a high secured and restricted area closed to the public.
Building
The Kremlin Arsenal is a large elongated trapezoid two-story building with a large courtyard. It occupies most of the northern corner of the Moscow Kremlin, with its north-west and north-eastern sides directly adjacent to the Kremlin Wall parallel to Red Square, from Trinity Tower to St Nicholas Tower.
Podcasts:
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by Shaquille O'Neal
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Where Ya At?
by: Shaquille O'Nealyo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
yo yo, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
yo yo, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife Dawg, I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here
get on the microphone and just rip the track
[Verse 1: Shaq]
who the hell is Shaq Attack you'd better read the paper
treat me like Biz Markie you'd better catch a vapor
I've got mad props so why would you exploit
punch you in your face like that kid from Detroit
really yo you'd better ask MC Hammer 'bout this bad mama jama
tall kid with the hoopa hypa lipta-gramma
watch out yo it's time for MC bashin'
got more loot than my man Johnny Cash and
I'm hard like a 360 twice jam
ask Dr. Dre and Ed Lover who's the man
I'm sure they'll say me brother please don't play me like a shrimp
dunk it on your head then I'll point like Shawn Kemp
don't need the drink crooked I juice to get loose
my favorite cartoon is Bullwinkle the Moose
I'm 'bout to sting you like rubbing alcohol
yes yes yall call me Ed Jones cause I'm too tall
put the rhyme between my legs then I'll score
never mind a whore I wanna do a phat tour
come freak the style that the big Michelle display
you know the style that be my fortee
hey Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here
hey Phife, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
you know I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here
Phife Dawg, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
Phife Dawg is over here
yo Phife, where ya at?
hey yo I'm over here
get on the microphone and rip a funky track
[Verse 2: Phife]
it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods
making rough daddy jams knocking harder than wood
make ya boogie with the fly armstrong crew
Phife Dawg and Shaq Fu this is how we do
funky renditions there's no competiton
split mc's apart as if their group was New Edition
make mc's hush stop look and listen
it's hard to comprehed so they commence to remincising
far from an amateur microhpone damager
end your whole career beat down your manager
never was a herb kick you to the curb
there's more to my attitude than the city of Johanesburg
styles are mean but this year they're even meaner
carrying chips on my shoulder so call me Sarafina
gaurantee ?? martin pissin' and a fartin'
mess around with this and you'll be on a milk carton
mc's don't like me I say tough titties
blow up the spot like my man from Jersey City
people always askin' 'why is Phife so cocky?'
I gotta be good at something cause I can't play hockey
you know the status and the status is live
the first draft-pick for the label called Jive
yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at
Phife, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife Dawg, I'm right here
yo Shaq, where ya at?
Phife, I'm over here
you can't front on the track 'cause the track is phat
Verse 3: Shaq, Phife
yo here I am again you'd better call the cops
pump up your Reeboks and ya just don't stop
I got mad styles you better sit and watch
I can kick it like he-he then I'll grab my crotch
yo it's 1993 I mean nineteem-ninety-Shaq
whatever year it is the Shaq will never slack
giving mad shouts to my homeys up in New Or'
on and off the court you know I do her
peace to that dog and peace to this dog
here comes the Phife Dawg aka the top dog
world's greatest 5-footer as if you didn't know
rhymes are like the Lord's lessons they constantly flow
mc's need to step on you see it is to ???
as long as the mic's on that's when I get my run on
battle anybody come bring your whole crew
you want the short black eskimo come see me in my igloo
nasty like vomit couldn't clean it with comet
psycho like the Lords crazy like Onyx
forget the hes and shes and concentrate just on the flow
Phife Dawg sigining off enjoy the rest of the show
Yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here/ Big Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Phife, where ya at?
I'm over here/ yo Shaq, where ya at?
I'm over here/ 3-D where ya at?
he's over there/Big Chris, where ya at?
he's over there/Nick Ander, where ya at?