Wiley may refer to:
John Wiley & Sons, Inc., also referred to as Wiley (NYSE: JW.A), is a global publishing company that specializes in academic publishing and markets its products to professionals and consumers, students and instructors in higher education, and researchers and practitioners in scientific, technical, medical, and scholarly fields. The company produces books, journals, and encyclopedias, in print and electronically, as well as online products and services, training materials, and educational materials for undergraduate, graduate, and continuing education students.
Founded in 1807, Wiley is also known for publishing For Dummies. As of 2012, the company had 5,100 employees and a revenue of $1.8 billion.
Wiley was established in 1807 when Charles Wiley opened a print shop in Manhattan. The company was the publisher of such 19th century American literary figures as James Fenimore Cooper, Washington Irving, Herman Melville, and Edgar Allan Poe, as well as of legal, religious, and other non-fiction titles. Wiley later shifted its focus to scientific, technical, and engineering subject areas, abandoning its literary interests.
David Wiley Miller (born April 15, 1951, Burbank, California), an American cartoonist whose work is characterized by wry wit and trenchant social satire, is best known for his comic strip Non Sequitur, which he signs Wiley. Non Sequitur is the only cartoon to win National Cartoonists Society Divisional Awards in both the comic strip and comic panel categories, and Miller is the only cartoonist to win an NCS Divisional Award in his first year of syndication.
A California native, Wiley studied art at Virginia Commonwealth University and worked for several Hollywood educational film studios before relocating to North Carolina in 1976 to work as an editorial cartoonist and staff artist for the Greensboro News & Record. Fenton (1982) was his first syndicated strip. In 1985, he was hired as an editorial cartoonist at the San Francisco Examiner.
In 1991, Wiley launched his popular Non Sequitur strip, eventually syndicated to 700 newspapers. In 1994, Miller pioneered the use of process color in comic strips, and developed a format in 1995 that allows one cartoon to be used in two different ways for both panel dimensions and strip dimensions.
It's on now
Look at what we have here
You understand what we goin through today?
You understand who you fuckin with?
[Billy Danze]
Oh what you thought we wasn't comin back? The last time we rapped
A lot of niggaz that yapped, hit put in they place
For fragile-ly flossing, makin me wanna stick
this llama and this lauson, up in they face
(IT'S THE WORLD'S FAMOUS) You ain't gotta tell 'em
We still at it, we still batted, they still doubt it (OH!)
We do it like we do it (OH!) with nothing to hide
Hollerin Brownsville (DON'T FUCK WITH THE PRIDE)
From a world down inside (WHERE) killers and vandals
train in rugged terrain to maintain handles
(FIZZ!) Nobody touchin him (WILL!) Still double clutchin 'em
Please believe I'm out of your league (DON'T FUCK WITH HIM!)
Extrordinary rap kid, don't get yo' young ass
bumped off and dumped off the Brooklyn Bridge
I got a chip on my shoulder (AH!) and an extra clip
to fit the heavy shit on my hip and my holster
[Chorus: sped up "Take a Minute" samples]
[Lil' Fame]
It's for the listeners - for those that have an ear for this
Straight from Jamar-rrrrrrrrocko in the mix
Keep the mic crystal clear when he spit
He do it for thugs huggin the block and he's straight from the bricks
Go get your mac homes, it's Fizzy Womack homes, he back homes
He crack bones and crack domes you get your back BLOWN
We don't write battle raps for yo' ass; we catch him in the streets
Put golf clubs and bats to yo' ass
Now salute (SALUTE) to those (TO THOSE) that held it down for years
Keepin our shit on blast... (M.O.P.)
They wonder why they don't get enough M.O.P. (why that?)
Simple and plain (what?) we don't kiss ass
FUCK IT! Let it bang, we still do our thang
Ten years in the game and ain't shit changed
Fuck the whole rap game! Bill and Fame still killin the beats
Still bangin and we still in the streets, mother-fucker!