Lila Bell Wallace (December 25, 1889, Virden, Manitoba, Canada – May 8, 1984, Mount Kisco, New York) was a United States magazine publisher.
Born as Lila Bell Acheson, her father was a Presbyterian minister who brought his family to the USA when she was a child, and she grew up in the Midwest. She graduated from the University of Oregon (1917), taught at schools for two years, and then worked for the Young Women's Christian Association.
In 1921 she married DeWitt Wallace, with whom she co-founded Reader's Digest; they published the first issue in 1922.
The Lila Wallace Reader's Digest Writers Award was given in her memory from 1990–2000.
On January 28, 1972, she was presented with the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Richard Nixon. In 1992, she was awarded the National Medal of Arts.
She died of heart failure after making philanthropic contributions estimated at $60 million.
Lorna Dee Cervantes (b. August 6, 1954, in San Francisco, California) is an award-winning Chicana, Native American (Chumash), feminist, activist poet who is considered one of the major Chicana poets of the past 40 years. She has been described by Alurista, as "probably the best Chicana poet active today." Lorna Dee Cervantes was born in 1954 in California. She grew up in San Jose, speaking English exclusively. This was strictly enforced by her parents, who allowed only English to be spoken at home by her and her brother. This was to avoid the racism that was occurring in her community at that time. Lorna Dee Cervantes was an associate professor at the University of Colorado at Boulder until 2007. She considers herself "a Chicana writer, a feminist writer, a political writer" (Cervantes). Her collections of poetry, Emplumada, From the Cable of Genocide, Drive: The First Quartet and Ciento: 100 100-Word Love Poems are held in high esteem and have attracted numerous nominations and awards. She is currently the Regents Lecturer at UC Berkeley, California for the 2011/12 year. In an interview conducted by Sonia V. Gonzalez, the poet states that through writing and publishing, “I was trying to give back that gift that had saved me when I discovered, again, African-American women’s poetry. I was having this vision of some little Chicana in San Antonio [Texas] going, scanning the shelves, like I used to do, scanning the shelves for women’s names, or Spanish surnames, hoping she’ll pull it out, relate to it. So it was intentionally accessible poetry, intended to bridge that gap, that literacy gap.” Cervantes was actively involved in the publication of numerous Chicana/o writers from the 1970s onwards when she produced her own Chicana/o literary journal,MANGO "which was the first to publish Sandra Cisneros, Jimmy Santiago Baca, Alberto Rios, Ray Gonzalez, Ronnie Burk, and Orlando Ramírez [co-editor]. Cervantes and MANGO also championed the early work of writers Gary Soto, José Montoya, José Montalvo, José Antonio Burciaga, and her personal favourite, Luís Omar Salinas"
Mona E. Simpson (born Mona Jandali, June 14, 1957) is an American author. She is a professor of English at the University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA) and the Sadie Samuelson Levy Professor in Languages and Literature at Bard College. She won the Whiting Prize for her first novel, Anywhere but Here (1986). It was a popular success and adapted as a film by the same name, released in 1999. Her novel Off Keck Road (2000) won the Chicago Tribune Heartland Prize, and was a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award. She is also the biological younger sister of Apple Inc. co-founder Steve Jobs, whom she did not meet until she was 25 years old.
Mona Jandali was born in Green Bay, Wisconsin. Her father Abdulfattah "John" Jandali, originally from Syria, taught at the University of Wisconsin. Her mother, Joanne Carole Schieble was his student; however, they were the same age because Jandali had "gotten his PhD really young." Later he made a career in the food and beverage industry. Schieble became a speech language pathologist. They divorced in 1962 and Jandali lost touch with Mona. Joanne remarried and Mona was given the last name of her stepfather, Simpson.
Linda Nochlin (born 1931) is an American art historian, university professor and writer. She is considered to be a leader in feminist art history studies. She is best known as a proponent of the question "Why Have There Been No Great Women Artists?"
Nochlin was born in New York. She received her BA from Vassar College, an MA in English from Columbia University, and her PhD in the history of art from the Institute of Fine Arts at New York University in 1963.
After working in the art history departments at Yale University, the Graduate Center of the City University of New York (with Rosalind Krauss), and Vassar College, Nochlin took a position at the Institute of Fine Arts, where she continues to teach. In 2000, Self and History: A Tribute to Linda Nochlin was published, an anthology of essays developing themes that Nochlin has worked on throughout her career.
Nochlin has also been involved in publishing other essays and books including Women, Art, and Power: And Other Essays (1988), The Politics of Vision: Essays on Nineteenth-Century Art and Society (1989), Women in the 19th Century: Categories and Contradictions (1997), and Representing Women (1999).
Joy Harjo (born Tulsa, Oklahoma, May 9, 1951) is a Native American poet, musician, and author of ancestry. Known primarily as a poet, Harjo has also taught at the college level, played alto saxophone with a band called Poetic Justice, edited literary journals, and written screenplays. She is a member of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation and is of Cherokee descent. She is a graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop at the University of Iowa.
In 1995, Harjo received the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Native Writers' Circle of the Americas.
[Hook: (Krayzie Bone) {Lil Eazy E}]
God Bless These Niggas Like Ha'chu (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave A Nigga Dead If I Have To {This Ain't A Game}
Praying To The Lord Tell Him Touch You (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave Your Ass Dead Nigga Fuck You {Nigga This Ain't A Game}
[Lil Eazy E:]
Little Eazy, Young G In The Cpt
Westcoast To The Casket Drop, (In South) Block And I Got That Key
Straight Gangster I'm Just Trying To See Who The Fuck These Hoes Trying To Be In The Hood It's Understood Don't Fuck Around With Eazy E
You Cross Him, It's Mayhem, You Owe Him, Just Pay Him
Anything Else You Asking For A Nickel And A Timly Passin
But It's All To The Good In Hood Brings The Wood Like We Should All Night Long On This Compton Shit With Bone
[Hook: (Krayzie Bone) {Lil Eazy E}]
God Bless These Niggas Like Ha'chu (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave A Nigga Dead If I Have To {This Ain't A Game}
Praying To The Lord Tell Him Touch You (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave Your Ass Dead Nigga Fuck You {Nigga This Ain't A Game}
[Layzie Bone:]
Ain't No Body Taking Mine, And No It's Not A Game
I'm A Leave A Nigga Dead In The Streets, {Streets}
So Let The Word Get Around, I'm A Lay A Nigga Down
If He Ever Think He Better Than Me
See They Can Never Compete
A Heat Seeker, Infa Red Creeper, Real Blood Leaker, Coming Through Your Speaker Listen Up Close Cause It's About To Get Deeper
About 6 Feet I Gotta Sleeper With The Reaper
9 Milimeter Go Bang Bang Ba Da Da Dang Ba Da Da Dar Dang
Watch A Little Nigga Do His Thang, Thang, He Do His Thang, You Know I Do My Thang
I'm A Rep For The God Father
Gangster Music Please Beleive Me
Eric Wrights Still Bombing On 'em Deuce Double O Six With The Seeds Of Eazy
[Hook: (Krayzie Bone) {Lil Eazy E}]
God Bless These Niggas Like Ha'chu (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave A Nigga Dead If I Have To {This Ain't A Game}
Praying To The Lord Tell Him Touch You (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave Your Ass Dead Nigga Fuck You {Nigga This Ain't A Game}
[Bizzy:]
One of the reasons we needed"a"me a moment up in silence
In the middle of it"it'll"be a bopwit
Bizzy bone get a gun for the chrome we do pop it
And they never can sink the ship
And the thuggish ruggish yes u know but we don't ride in the one an the people they wanna tell me
But they come in they desiring
Tell em my thugs desiring I still can't remember the front side in
Shoulda remember day that we was thriving vibing from pullin together we'll never split up or get up and get on
U know that I'm crying
Forever my name is bryan
Little bizzy in the kizzy
He up in the house
Call it whatever you want to call it if I'm crawlin it's heavenz movie you know that I'm out to say wow
Gotta get that money ain't a damn thing funny
You ever been hungry they know I'm comming
Wrap up a body an cover with lenil an excuse me
You know you live fully in sin I'm a gentlemen
I don't have anytime for us to play
Hotter back furgin virgin
Tell em that"a"we splurgin splurgin
Yea they feel that energy surgin
Bone thug yes that's surgeon
Little B you'll never be little to me
When u need me I'll be there in person
You will never be little to me when you need me I'll be there in person wow
[Wish:]
First Off I'm A Let Em Know Bone Thugs Little E Thug It Coast To Coast
I Ain't Gone Lie Nigga Get Raw You Can Feel That Fire Better Go On Boy
In The Hood Yes Everday Cuase I Still Got The Hood In Me This In Me
If Your In Position Better Get It Better Get It Complete It
Take That Laid Back But I'm Still The Top Dog When Things Go Down From Cleveland
To Compton You Need Me Just Holla Thugs In Big Trucks We Real Won't Doubt Ready For Problems Every Single Day Chasing Money Man It Don't Seem I Can Think About Another Thing
[Krayzie Bone:]
It's Another Coming At Ya, So You Better Pray It's Mr Sawed Off Just Call Me Leatherface, Hit a Brain Drama If They Really Wanna It
But I Don't Think They Really Want It
If They Knew Just What I Do To My Opponent
Gonna Be Another Muder Moment
Ruff & Rugged Thuggish, Ruggish, Keep It Ole Soul Gully
Really I'm Knowing They Ain't Ready To See Us Put In Down With Little Eazy E Bone Thugs N Harmony
Always Ready To Get Down
For What Ever When Ever You Wanna Go Acouple Rounds, C'mon
So Anybody Wanting Beef, Run Up
We Got It Hot Off The Grill, Sawd Off The Real
Raised On These Streets Man
So The Treal, Gonna Recognise Treal
Look Watever Deal, The Case, The Situations None Of Yual Can Never See Kray
We Got Em All Trying 2 Listen Up & Observe The Words Hitting Replay Like Man What Did He Say.
[Hook: (Krayzie Bone) {Lil Eazy E}]
God Bless These Niggas Like Ha'chu (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave A Nigga Dead If I Have To {This Ain't A Game}
Praying To The Lord Tell Him Touch You (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave Your Ass Dead Nigga Fuck You {Nigga This Ain't A Game}
[Lil Eazy-E With Krayzie Bone:]
It'll Be One Less Nigga, Fucking Around With My Figures
Yo Ass Won't Get No Bigger
I'm So Fast When I Pull That Trigger, Don't Test Me
E.S.C For Me New Generation Compton G
In The Hood It's Understood, Don't Fuck Around With Eazy E
(Gotta Get That Paper, Paper)
(Gotta Get That Money Man)
Gotta Have These Hoes On Point When I Sit Back And Smoke This Joint
(Gotta Make That Money Man)
(Gotta Get That Paper, Paper)
Do You Nigga I Can't Hate Ya Keep It Gangster That's My Nature
[Hook: (Krayzie Bone) {Lil Eazy E}]
God Bless These Niggas Like Ha'chu (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
Cause I'll Leave A Nigga Dead If I Have To {This Ain't A Game}
Praying To The Lord Tell Him Touch You (They Wanna Die, They Wanna Die)
[Intro:]
This...
This is, Compton's in the house, niggas
(Compton, Lil' E) You know what this is
[Chorus: Female]
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit,
So I'mma give them niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips,
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
[Verse 1:]
It ain't nothin' to a boss when you gettin' it
It's the jump off now let the Crip in it
Joint hittin' it, eyes low stay steamin'
I'm the dopeman, dope hands stay fiendin'
Everybody wanna see a G, back in the phat rollin' thru the city streets
I guess... I guess I'm the one they wanna be
First son of a legend named Eazy-E
And now little E so famous,
Hands on action, everybody so anxious
Game gon' change it, nigga face facts,
You can hate it or love it while I just lay back
This Maybach put the loop on 'em
'64 Impala no roof on 'em
100 proof on 'em, I'm real with it
Think otherwise homie we can deal with it
[Chorus: Female]
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit,
So I'mma give them niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips,
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit [It go]
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Lady hoppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
[Verse 2:]
Work it, on the block I work it, rock it up then serve it,
Watch how fast fiends purchase
Nervous 'cuz cops is passin'
Hustle hard for the dough with the cops harassin', mashin'
Still tryin' to duck the coppers, see we all gettin' money so they love to watch us
Feds can't stop us, choppers is circlin'
Fiends need another fix so they chirped again
Keep a murk in him
When I'm stuck in the zone, back seat with the chrome,
Homie trip then it's on (Then it's on)
Got the throne I'm just waitin' on the crown,
Comp. town is the city, he just wanna be down
He a fake and he know that I'm the truth
I'll show 'em streets already know, so it's nothin' (So it's nothin')
Stop frontin' and you will be fine,
You was once number one now that spot bares mine, boy!
[Chorus: Female]
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit,
So I'mma give them niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips,
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Lady hoppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
[Verse 3:]
So flawless, I'm lawless
Roll out the blue park, and I'm lookin' for targets
Watch them, he's hot don't knock him
That dude can't stop him, I'm one big problem
See (See) I told them that the game's over
I'm commercial without havin' to change over
A-1 bakin' soda, this that uncut
Kings of L.A. who tha fuck want what? (Yeah)
Marcy, Marcy what since I retired, that's when Marcy lost me
I'm a west coast ridah, flossy, flossy,
Grind hard for the dough dog, and rocks is costly
(Yeah) Still servin', still pitchin' it,
Money on my mind so I'm still gettin' it
Mav. In the six, D.L. in the five
Four, three, two, one homie let's ride (ride)
[Chorus: Female]
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit,
So I'mma give them niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips,
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
My trigger finger itchin, snub nosed 38
Put on my black Nike's I'm bout to send yo ass to heavens gates
C-O-M-P-T-O-N fuck the police with no reason
Me and my momma can't conflict me I'm a man
I come from the land of the set trippin crips and bloods
Ain't nobody frontin ain't luvin nuttin
Never slippin, never lettin fools put in a say
If it wasn't for this crush I'd still be doin the kid'n'play
Left, right, kick dat bullshit cause I ain't with it
Kill it all fuck a bitch shit
Set it srtaight by the crate pushin weed by the weight
Pops out there ruling these niggas in '88
And made history bitch with dat Westcoast shit
Pops was rich but I ain't have shit
[Chorus: x2]
The Consequences will make you have to peel a cap
Lay low and I'm always in my '64 strapped
Bump yo gums and gap and you gon' get a dirt nap
Lil E muthafucka I'm about to hurt rap
I said X steels crystal meth
All ya'll can get to death
Smokin 50's with Moses so what no fuckin beat
If I bang like Cinci riders in da '80's
I'm shady like slim I'm shady like dem
Dat bitch there that deos the snitch dat hold a grudge fuck em
He suck a dick and upchuck it up
I'll butt-fuck ya mother lil slut ass bitch
This steel shit gon' have you wigglin as if yo ass itch
And I'm a be dat muthafucka directin traffic
Homie I ain't even gon' fuck it if you can't have it
Nigga I ain't gon' have shit if boo-boo can't have shit
You know I'm lying nigga I ain't givin dat bitch shit
I'll crack a bitch up side da head this bitch inside you later
Nigga to believe you had somthin up yo sleeve
Now add all the greedy people beggin on dey knees
Good and waitin to see you outa town mass nigga please
[Chorus x2]
Yeah dis ain't no fad bitch a get rich quick scheme
You seen these things trippin off infared beams
These fags left my fuckin pops rollin in his grave
And left his son rollin with his muthafuckin gauge
If ya look too wrong I'm a spray ya, maybe
Fuck (scratching) and they family baby
Shot em in his voicebox with a hot block
I popped them fuckin titties who's droppin em
Fuck da cities who's stoppin em
I'm just like this like click, click, click, pow
What now muthafucka what now
[Lil Eazy:]
I heard the streets been talking
He keeps saying my name, that nigga game gon be layin in his coffin
I'm a muthaphuckin prince of Compton
First and last
Don't make me the first to blast
You the type I would murk and laugh
Cause youse the phony
Walkin like you was the homie
Knowin damn well you was never close to E
Jacion who the hell you supposed to be
On my block I got homies who compose to squeeze
And have a muthufucka layin face down to the streetz
Certified G and I didn't have to pay for that
Knowin E brought ya all ya little fame in rap
I drop sixteen and I'm gettin paid for rap
(He don't write his own raps)
How lame is that
You sound just like a bitch when she start to bleed
You gonna have a nigga trippin once he spark this weed
The old E keep a nigga straight fuck that vodka
Can't waste time dealin with this punk impostas
Had to holla at the doctors so we know what's poppin
Lil E is the name and I'm coming from Compton
[Lil Eazy:]
Real recognize real my nigga
Youse to be a strippa in the club, cause you ain't no killa
Loc nigga to the death note and said I claim
In the hood homies action never said you bang
If I can change a motherfucker in the new york minute
You're from compton, but keep puttin new york in it
I'm a west-coast nigga I get respect from both
The tattoo on your arm is disrespectful loc
Gotta smoke cause this nigga keep working my nerves
I'm a headed butterfly in his face on a curve
Get served try to hit me with a come-back verse
Already known in the streets I'm a come back worse
The truth hurts
And I hate to expose yo homie
Before the game tha nickname it was dosha homie
He's a phony and a fake can't relate to E
[Lil Eazy E:]
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit,
So I'mma give them niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips,
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby poppin that ass like a '64 (Impala)
[Eazy E:]
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to ya dome
Crusin in my 64' ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when i hit dat switch im bouncin
More bounce to tha ounce and im clownin
Keep tha gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
Fo tha carjackaz, but no hapz
Cuz i pack a tech 9 plus an Ak47
Send a one way ticket to hell or maybe heaven
Peep nigga I dont sleep
Bury muthafuckaz in tha concrete
you try to creep kinda slow in tha astro
But i peep u niggaz out my left window
So i blast and i blast til i blast no mo
Yo dey call a muthafucka John Doe
[Lil Eazy E:]
Niggas keep screamin' that gangsta shit,
So I'mma give them niggas that gangsta shit
Mama I dig the way you dip & move ya hips,
So come here let me whisper you some gangsta shit {It go}
Pop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Drop that ass like a '64 (Impala)
Baby drop your ass like a '64 (Impala)