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Festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the founding of the Air Force

In Patriot Park solemn events are held in honor of the 110th anniversary of the Russian Air Force. A concert was held on Cathedral Square in front of the Main Temple of the RF Armed Forces. The culmination of the holiday was an aerial demonstration of aerobatics teams of the Russian Air Force — “Swifts” and “Russian Knights”. Read more — in the AiF.ru photo feed.

MiG-29UB aircraft from the Strizhi aerobatics team during a demonstration performance at the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the founding of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

A serviceman of the RF Armed Forces takes part in the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the founding of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

The military orchestra takes part in the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the founding of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

Aerobatic team “Russian Knights” on Su-30SM aircraft during a demonstration performance at the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the formation of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

Prayer service in the Main Temple of the RF Armed Forces on the occasion of the 110th anniversary of the founding of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

Concert participants during the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the formation of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

MiG-29UB aircraft from the Swifts aerobatics team during a demonstration performance at the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the founding of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

Spectators watch the performance of aerobatic teams at the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the founding of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

The Russian Knights aerobatic team on Su-30SM aircraft during a demonstration performance at the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the formation of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

A serviceman of the RF Armed Forces takes part in the festive events dedicated to the 110th anniversary of the formation of the Air Force in the military-patriotic park of culture and recreation of the RF Armed Forces “Patriot” © RIA Novosti/Mikhail Voskresensky

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The Foreign Office imposed sanctions against British journalists and commanders of the Air Force and Navy

Those who fall under the sanctions are prohibited from entering Russia. The list included journalists from leading British media, including the BBC, The Times, Daily Telegraph and Daily Mail, as well as heads of British defense companies

The Russian Foreign Ministry has included British media journalists on the sanctions list , including the BBC and Sky News, as well as the commanders of the branches of the armed forces of Britain, according to the agency's website.

“A decision was made to include in the Russian” stop list ” heads and correspondents of a number of major British media, as well as representatives of the command of the armed forces, the military-industrial complex and the UK defense lobby, — declared in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The department emphasized that the measure is connected “with the anti-Russian actions of the British government to impose personal sanctions against leading journalists of our country and heads of companies in the domestic defense complex.”

Those on the list are prohibited from entering Russia. Among them— Deputy Secretary of Defense Jeremy Mark Quinn (Secretary of Defense Ben Wallace himself was sanctioned earlier) and Parliamentary Deputy Minister Leo Docherty, Commander of the British Navy Benjamin John Key, Commander of the Air Force Michael Wigston, Commander of Joint Operations of the Armed Forces Charles Richard Stickland, chairmen of the board of directors of the defense company BAE Systems and Thales UK industry group Roger Martin Kahr and Alexander Colin Creswell, as well as four members of the House of Commons.

The sanctions list also includes the heads of major British media: BBC CEO Timothy Douglas Davey and Chairman of the Board of Governors of the television company Richard Sharpe, editors-in-chief of The Times, Daily Telegraph, Daily Mail, Guardian, Independent, as well as journalists from these and other publications.< /p>

The Foreign Ministry explained the introduction of restrictions against journalists by “the deliberate dissemination of false and one-sided information about Russia and events in Ukraine and the Donbass”, and against persons associated with the defense complex, & mdash; their participation in arms supplies to Ukraine.

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In April, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs introduced sanctions against British Prime Minister Boris Johnson, former Prime Minister Theresa May, Foreign Minister Elizabeth Truss, the Ministers of Transport, Home Affairs, Finance, Energy and Culture.

Britain imposed sanctions against Russian journalists in the spring. RT editor-in-chief Margarita Simonyan, TV presenters Vladimir Solovyov, Olga Skabeeva, Nailya Asker-Zade and others were subject to restrictions.

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Life Support Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Lil’ Top, Top, Top, Top, to the top, Top, Top, Top

[Verse 1]
Comme des Garçons, she say she like on me
Flyer then a jet, baby, flyer than an eagle
Can I take you out tonight? Go get somethin’ to eat
Sit and I’ll tell you like, things you don’t know ’bout me
I’m like, “Babe, my grandma died, I was at a sleepover”
I’m like, “Babe, I could have died the night, my whip had flipped over”
Young man take pride, remember ridin’ and takin’ my gram’s to chemo
Now I got grams like I’m Frank Matthews
Jewelry weigh at lеast a kilo
Now, back to you, every time that I’m in it likе a pool, she be wet inside
Tryna hit it like I want, but then I don’t, ’cause I be too high
Feel expensive, I’ll let you decide, ’cause this, I don’t wanna jeopardize
Come lay me down every day I’m tired
Fuck these hoes, ’cause they be tellin’ lies
Now I need a blueprint (Blueprint), is you all in? (All)
I just gotta know, gotta know
Drugs got my mind clickin’
On my Kawaski, tryna do a heel clicker
Dawning out got me feeling suicidal
Air Force 1, it’s custom-made
I’ma pull up thirty-thousand dollar Balmain jeans (Balmain jeans)
Pull up with that blicky and it’s tucked just like them beans (Damn)
She don’t like no dogs, but hang wit’ a snake
Told her, “Motherfuck the blogs, just do what Top say”
Is it real, is it fake? I don’t know, I can’t tell
I’m just hopin’ time worth it, I’m just hopin’ we don’t fail
I’m just tryna hold on, ‘less the skies can’t prevail
Insecure, feel like I ain’t worth ya, not enough for none of them
Ooh-ooh, do you hear me calling? Right now full of endo
Thirty minutes later, probably be outside your window
Throwin’ rocks until you turn your light on and say, “Go home”
Don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on, were you expectin’ me to go?
Fuck it, let me put on my clothes, right back to that murder zone
Fuck, I miss my grandad home, shouldn’t have come up off the porch
Feel that I’m gon’ die out here, all alone, and by myself

[Chorus]
Her life got broke from life support
Her life got broke from life support
I say all my pain keep me goin’, your love keep me calm
They gon’ take it once they pull the cord
I call that life on life support (Ooh)
They don’t respect me no more, they don’t love me no more
They ain’t feelin’ my songs, take my kids during the storm
They all gone, they done took my life support

[Verse 2]
I’m with the gang, on the block, in the trenches
I take you shoppin’, alone up in Lenox
Take you to Shyne and flood your pendant
And spend straight dimes like fuck them pennies
She’s a hypnotizin’ demon-lover, so satanic
I say it back, and I take that rock from her
Demonic, so demonic
Straight from the block, on that bitch in the front, I’ma swerve
I ain’t worried, I won’t panic
Yeah, I was born and made it out, so yeah, I should lay down
Hope bro done made me settle down, but I can’t
I dropped you off at mom’s house
While me and my cousin try and take rank, bust brains
Catch one lack, hop out, take aim
God forbid if a nigga shoot back and lucky, at least it hit my brain
If I don’t go in, Lord, please have mercy
Know that she gon’ go insane
Mistreat a nigga, leave me, then they act like I’m the one to blame

A judge has blocked MSCHF from shipping Lil Nas X’s “Satan shoes”

A judge has blocked MSCHF from shipping Lil Nas X’s “Satan shoes”
MSCHF, the designer behind the bootleg Air Force 97s, faces a lawsuit from Nike.

By Jordan Darville

April 01, 2021

Lil Nas X. Photo by Filip Custic.

A federal judge has barred MSCHF from shipping any remaining pairs of its controversial “Satan shoes,” the unofficial Air Force 97s redesigned in collaboration with Lil Nas X, after a trademark infringement lawsuit from Nike filed Tuesday, according to The Hollywood Reporter.

MSCHF’s lawyers argued against the injunction by claiming that the shoes are a work of art. They cited the “Rogers Test,” which protects creative works from certain trademark laws, and said the shoes are likely to be displayed in museums and similar settings. The shoes are “not typical sneakers,” MSCHF’s lawyers argued, “but rather individually-numbered works of art that were sold to collectors for $1,018 each.” The Satan shoes came in an edition of 666 pairs, which sold out within minutes of going online.

Nike’s legal team countered with evidence alleging that the shoemaker’s brand has been tarnished by the controversy. “Even sophisticated sneakerheads were confused” by the Nas X/MSCHF collaboration, Nike said, also claiming that the company faces a boycott from some consumers because of the controversy.

The hearing concluded with Judge Komitee granting the injunction preventing the mailing of any Satan shoes that remain unshipped. However, MSCHF claimed in court that only a single pair remains in their possession.

Bladee – Ebay Lyrics (feat. Thaiboy Digital & Ecco2k)

[Verse 1: Bladee]
It feels like Hellfire, no gloves, pure touch moments
Soft like last night, last night got colder
Pure sold her X, so the pink casket open
Real life breeds new life, new car odor
Followers, laptop Air weighs nothing
GTBSG wastes nothing
Bladee walks in, gets clothes, pays nothing
Darkness until you see something
Lock on the safe now, no safety
I know you hate me, I give you no safety
No more real life, I'm too hasty
One hundred eighty
Life was amazing 'til lately

[Verse 2: Thaiboy Digital]
Thaiboy Goon on twenty-two rims, Bentley two-seater
Drop top everything, and this world is too real
They are in it for the kill
They say they are in it for the kill, GTBSG
I roll up in the in club with my Shield Gang
GTBSG, that's my Shield Gang

[Chorus: Bladee]
Boxes from eBay
Talkin' to females
Bid on my e-mail
GTB, Shield Gang
Boxes from eBay
My e-mail
GTB, Shield Gang
[Verse 3: Ecco2k]

Hovercraft, ride with us
Ride with us and come fly with us
Got a ziplock full of power-ups
In the dreamland gone off the pixie dust
Plastic cards, solar charge
Pullin' up in electric cars
Sailor Moon, fallin' stars
All you see is my avatar
Smoke ultra loud, I hear ultrasound
Air Force 1s never touch the ground
Frozen city, I burn it down
Three hundred sixty, get turned around
Blu-Ray disc in the PS3
Ecco2k played them like a PS3
Coconut Taro my bubble tea
The Shield Gang, Bitcoins on the USB

[Interlude: Bladee]
Shield Gang
Shield Gang, yeah
Found the key
Shield Gang
Shield Gang
Found the key
[Chorus: Bladee]
Boxes from eBay
Talkin' to females
Bid on my e-mail
GTB, Shield Gang
Boxes from eBay
Talkin' to females
Bid on my e-mail
GTB, Shield Gang

[Outro: Bladee]
Boxes from eBay
Found the key
Found the key
Found the key
Found the key

Don Toliver – Spaceship Lyrics

Play this song

[Chorus: Don Toliver]
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride (Lean all in my ride)
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Ashes on your thigh)
You might be ready for surprise, oh
I get a lil’ impatient (Yeah, yeah)
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist (Yeah, yeah)
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
I’m in my spaceship (Whatever), getting that facelift (Uh-huh)
LA daytrip, I’m eating them rib tips
Call up the ref, I’m balling, pouring it, so we’re falling
Twenty-five hundred for the cardigan, Saint Laurent, my dawgs in

[Chorus: Don Toliver & Sheck Wes]
I get a little impatient
Who steady copped the keys to my spaceship?
Sellin’ all Alicia Keys, she on my playlist
I am not receiving, you know I don’t take shit
It’s the new age flex, hoppin’ out of the jet
Spend a ticket on Rolex, plus the ice on your neck
Bust it down and collect, send that money through text
You can hit me on my phone, you can call me direct
I, I, I spilled lean all in my ride
Dumpin’ ashes on your thigh (Yeah)
You might be ready for surprise, oh

[Verse 2: Sheck Wes]
Yeah, hotbox my SUV (Bitch), nobody can breathe (At all)
I ain’t never fear a thing (No), baby, in your dreams (Dreams)
Sheck Wes, fear don’t sleep (Uh)
Air Force 1s, no crease (Crease)
Someone arrest my jeans (Simons)
Blunt lit in my face (Face)
Diamonds in my teeth
Pick, um, the VVS
She ain’t really got no meaning, uh
In a fast car, I’m speeding, uh
And I can’t wait for no red light (Red light)
If I’m chasing this green (Go)
I need more M’s than B’s (B’s)
Sheck and Don on a different time and payment
All my cars from Europe, his car from Avis
Every day I wake up, new whips hit the pavement
I had to watch my living, I don’t know no limits at all, all, all

Alexander 23 – Dirty AF1s Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You took your smile back to New York
But you left your toothbrush
And I hope you bought a new one but I’d love you toothless
I used to sing while in the shower, now I don’t
‘Cause you’re not there to sing along
While you put your makeup on
You took your smile back to New York
But you left your toothbrush

[Pre-Chorus]
And I’d love you just the same
But I’m worried words lose weight
Does it hit you just as hard from three thousand miles away?
From three thousand miles away, from three

[Chorus]
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my nice shoes on so strangers can’t tell
That I miss your dirty Air Force 1’s
I used to like to go out before I met you
Now I just go out to forget you
Put my favourite shirt on so strangers don’t know
That it looks way better on you

[Verse 2]
Took my heart to California, now it doesn’t work right
Yeah, it beats and, yeah, it beats, but damn, it hurts every night
You’re not lonely just because you are alone
But ever since we said goodbye, well, I just happen to be both
I took my heart to California, now it’s broken

[Pre-Chorus]
And I love you just the same
But I’m worried words lose weight
Does it hit you just as hard from three thousand miles away?
From three thousand miles away, from three

Dos Gringos – I Don’t Want To Join The Air Force Lyrics

(Alright, you ready?)
No
(OK. Let’s do it anyways)
Alright
(1, 2, 3)

I don’t wanna join the Air Force
I don’t wanna go to war
I’d rather hang around
Piccadilly Underground
And living on the earnings of a high-class lady
I don’t want an Aphid up me arsehole
I don’t want my bollocks shot away
I’d rather be in England
In merry, merry England
And fornicate my f**kin’ life away
Gor blimey

Monday I rubbed her on the ankle
Tuesday I touched her on the knee
On Wednesday I confess, I lifted up her dress
On Thursday, I saw it, gor blimey
Friday I put my hand upon it
On Saturday she gave my balls a tweak
On Sunday after supper
I ran the ol’ boy up her
And now she earns me seven quid a week
Oh!

Hm
(What are bollocks?)
I dunno. I’m not sure what bollocks are. What are quid?
Ohhh, arse
(Arse, I’m pretty sure I know what an arse is)
I know, but they gotta f**kin’ say it right
(Yeah)
Damn Brits
Let’s Am– we gotta Americanize this shit
(Alright, let’s do it)
OK

I don’t wanna join the Air Force
I don’t wanna go to war
I’d rather just get by
Smokin’ dope and getting high
And living on the earnings of a tax-free annuity
I don’t want an Archer up my asshole
I don’t want my balls shot away
I’d rather be in Vegas
In dirty f**kin’ Vegas
And fornicate my f**kin’ life away
Hell yeah!

Monday I never flew a sortie
Tuesday I did my IDE
On Wednesday I confess, I was at my master’s class
On Thursday, five more safety briefings
Friday, a seven-hour standup
On Saturday they said no cross-country
On Sunday I said “f**k it”
And told them they could suck it
And now I’m earnin’ seven g’s a week at Lockheed

I don’t wanna join the Air Force
I don’t wanna go to war
I’d rather just get by
Smokin’ dope and gettin’ high
And living on the earnings of a tax-free annuity
I don’t want an Archer up my asshole
I don’t want my balls shot away
I’d rather be in Vegas
In dirty f**kin’ Vegas
And fornicate my f**kin’ life away

Chief Keef – Posse Lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
Throw you in there with the fishes (Fishes)
Me and my killers in your house (In your house), we standing in your kitchen (Your kitchen)
Do the dishes with your face, lil’ pussy nigga
You’s a drank, told my long ass chopper (Chopper), knock you over, spill ya (Spill ya)
Mud up in my liver (Liver), green up in my pocket (My pocket)
Got the Glocky on my hip (My hip), like some heavy shit, I’ll drop ya (I shot ya)
Dun-dun, grab my pistol, who the fuck is that there knocking? (Knocking?)
.45 auto, super faucet, thirty shot you and your posse (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
Like skuduskur, I got the ripper (Ripper)
And I won’t hesitate to rip you (To rip you)
Start running, you’ll see that line up
Fly and get caught in this shit like a zipper (Like a zipper)
Got wiz like Chipper the Ripper (The Ripper)
Call my Glock “Oz”, bitch no Wizard (No Wizard)
I’m Jordan when he played with the Bulls in ’96 (Bulls ’96)
You Jordan when he played with the Wizards (With the Wizards)
Lil’ hacking ass bitch, where the whistle? (Where the whistle?)
Chop the 808, bitch, no scissors (No scissors)
Come through for some more, no Metro (No Metro)
Hit a nigga, bet I won’t miss him (Won’t miss him)
Draw on a nigga, no pencil (No pencil)
How you want it? Got the utensils (Utensils)
Big 30 on me, got me limping (Got me limping)
Nigga, what the fuck you want for Christmas? (Want for Christmas?)

[Verse 2]
Fucking on a nigga bitch, she like it hard (Like it hard)
When it comes to car, it’s fast (It’s fast)
Only getting out my car for the cash (For the cash)
Or the click-clack, send a nigga shots (Shots)
Got a lion for the fur, no fox (No fox)
Pussy, don’t be dumb, box of rocks (Box of rocks)
I be getting off the Hi-Tech (Hi-Tech)
Bitch told me she like that Ciroc (The ‘Roc)
Only thing I run from is Narcs (Narcs)
Won’t push you to do shit, nigga, bullets force (Bullets force)
Pussy nigga got a whole bunch of horse (Horse)
Power, sending shots, East, West, South, North (South, North)
What you looking at? You know I got the torch (Got the torch)
Still stomp a nigga in these Air Force’s (Air Force)
Can’t wife that bitch, she’s a whore (She’s a whore)
Pussy, I’m the plug, fuck your cord (With a cord)
Watch my car eat a nigga, like Pac-Man (Like Pac-Man)
Tap the trigger and it make a nigga tapdance
Tap the pedal and it make a nigga go ham (Go ham)
110 in a fucking 55, man (55, man)
Hop out the whip, looking like Batman (Like Batman)
Got money and power, like ass, man (Like ass, man)
I be balling like I’m Kobe, you’re Juwanna Mann (Go cray)
Shoot my own shit, fuck a nigga hand (Fuck a nigga hand)

Korn – We Care a Lot Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) 3×
About disasters, fires, floods and killer bees
About the NASA’s and the falling, and the seas!
About starvation and the food that Live Aid bought
(We Care a Lot) about disease, baby Rock, Hudson, rock, what!

[Chorus 1: Jonathan Davis]
(Whoa-oh)
Oh, It’s a dirty job but, someone’s gotta do it! (2×) (We Care a Lot!)

[Verse 2: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) (2×)
About the gamblers, and the pushers, and the freaks!
About the smack, and crack, and wack that hit the streets!
(We Care a Lot) About the welfare of all you boys and girls!
(We Care a Lot) About you people, cause we’re out to save the world, what!

[Chorus 2: Jonathan Davis]
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (Whoa-oh)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)

[Verse 3: Jonathan Davis]
(We Care a Lot) About the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines!
(We Care a Lot) About the NY, SF, and LAPD!
(We Care a Lot) About you people!
(We Care a Lot) About your guns!
(We Care a Lot) About the wars we’re fighting. Gee, that looks like fun!
(We Care a Lot) About our free speech, and not the FCC’s
(We Care a Lot) About tide we made with Beatles on MTV!
(We Care a Lot) About the little things, the bigger things we top!
(We Care a Lot) About you people, yeah you bet we care a lot, what!

[Chorus 3: Jonathan Davis]
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (Whoa-oh)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)
Oh, it’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it! (4×)