Joan Delano Aiken MBE (4 September 1924 – 4 January 2004) was an English novelist. She was born in Rye, East Sussex, into a family of writers, including her father, American poet Conrad Aiken (who won a Pulitzer Prize for his poetry), her sister, Jane Aiken Hodge and her brother John Aiken (with her siblings, Joan Aiken authored Conrad Aiken Remembered (1989), a short, subtle appreciation of their complex and difficult father). Joan's mother, Canadian-born Jessie MacDonald, a Masters graduate from Radcliffe College, married English writer Martin Armstrong soon after separating from Conrad Aiken.
Joan Aiken was at first taught at home by her mother, and later educated at Wychwood School, Oxford, between 1936 and 1940; she did not attend university. She had written stories from an early age, and in her early twenties she had her first stories broadcast by the BBC, where she had been employed in 1942–43. In 1945 she married Ronald George Brown, a journalist working for the United Nations Information Office and they had two children; he died in 1955. She married New York painter Julius Goldstein in 1976; he died in 2001.
Jane Austen (16 December 1775 – 18 July 1817) was an English novelist whose works of romantic fiction, set among the landed gentry, earned her a place as one of the most widely read writers in English literature. Her realism and biting social commentary has gained her historical importance among scholars and critics.
Austen lived her entire life as part of a close-knit family located on the lower fringes of the English landed gentry. She was educated primarily by her father and older brothers as well as through her own reading. The steadfast support of her family was critical to her development as a professional writer. Her artistic apprenticeship lasted from her teenage years into her thirties. During this period, she experimented with various literary forms, including the epistolary novel which she tried then abandoned, and wrote and extensively revised three major novels and began a fourth. From 1811 until 1816, with the release of Sense and Sensibility (1811), Pride and Prejudice (1813), Mansfield Park (1814) and Emma (1816), she achieved success as a published writer. She wrote two additional novels, Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, both published posthumously in 1818, and began a third, which was eventually titled Sanditon, but died before completing it.
[Jay-z]
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
"you don't know... what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..."
Sure I do...
I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down like it's wall street homes
But this is worse than the dow jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van
Wear a g on my chest, I don't need that for damn
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clappin them flamers before I became famous
For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am hov'
Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them m's
One million, two million, three million, four
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin at the forty million boy
I'm rapin def jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
R., o., c.
"you don't know... what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..."
That's where you're wrong
I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin g-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that hov' would sell clothin
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now lookin at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on god's green earth, I'll triple my worth
Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose
"you don't know... what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..."
Put somethin on it
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is big jay
I... hahahaha...
"you don't know... what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..."
J'en connais des qui charment,
Des qui me laissent femme,
J'en connais qui me pâment...
J'en connais des jolis,
Des qui roulent comme des filles,
Des qui me piquent mes bodys...
J'en connais tant tellement ça me prend tout mon temps,
Et même ma maman qui m'adore tendrement,
Elle me dit : "C'est pas bien, ce n'est pas bon tout ce rien,
Reprends ton droit chemin..."
J'en connais des superbes,
Des bien-mûrs, des acerbes,
Des velus, des imberbes,
J'en connais des sublimes,
Des mendiants, des richissimes,
Des que la vie abîme...
J'en connais même tellement ça me prend trop de temps,
Et ma pauvre maman se dit en soupirant,
"Qu'ais-je fait pour cela ? Est-ce de ma faute à moi,
Si ma fille est comme ça ?" {x2}
J'en connais dans chaque port,
Dans chaque Sud, dans chaque Nord,
J'en connais sans efforts,
J'en connais qui vont dire,
Que je suis bonne à maudire,
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Naa Aaye Ho Naa Aayo Ge Na Din Dhale Sataoge
Naa Ki Nasheli Bye Se Nind Me Jagaoge
Gaye Ho Tum Gaye Ho Kyun Hai Raat Baki Hai
Gaye Ho Tum Gaye Ho Kyun Sath Baki Hai
Gaye Tum Gaye Hum Tham Gaye Per Baat Baki Hai
Gaye Kyun To Jiyein Kyun
Naa Aaye Ho Naa Aayo Ge Na Dooriyaan Dhikhaoge
Naa Tham Ke Vo Josh Mein Yuh Hosh Se Udaoge
Naa Aaye Ho Naa Aayo Ge Na Ghut Usse Sunaoge
Naa Ruthe Ke Se Hone Mein Remote Ko Chupaoge
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Gaye Ho Kyun Sath Baki Hai
Gaye Tum Gaye Hum Tham Gaye Her Baat Baki Hai
Gaye Kyun To Jiyein Kyun
Aankh Bhi Tham Gayi Na Thaki Raat Bhi Na Bati
Na Kati Raat Ki Cher Ki Marthi
Nind Bhi Loot Gayi Jin Gayi
Raat Bhi Na Sahi Na Rahi Raat Ki Lajami
Gaye Tum Gaye Ho Kyun Ye Raat Baki Hai
Gaye Ho Kyun Sath Baki Hai
Gaye Tum Gaye Hum Tham Gaye Her Baat Baki Hai
Gaye Kyun To Jiyein Kyun 2 Jiyein Kyun
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