Turn my mic up son
Turn my mic up son
Y'all niggas ain't ready

Yo yo, E, how's the kite
Rippin' the mic, hardcore, keepin' it tight
Sho nuff, roll thick, come, my squad be tough
And I take no shit cuz I had enough
Who makes the dough, don't act like y'all don't know
Got things y'all cats never seen before
Ask your hoe, the E go cash to blow
Get it, spend it, with it, fast or slow
Where my dogs at *growls*, hold it down
At the 5-5-9 of the underground (What, what)
Hate me I don't care
Cuz I been figured out that
An Angel Screams From Outer Space lyrics


Maybe I'll rape you after school one day in March
Maybe I'll learn to scream the anger from your heart
You'll teach me math, we'll learn to play those stupid games.
A virgin bleeds, an angel screams from outer space
Oh, oh
Didn't want to make you s
 life ain't fair
So I'm doin' it on my own
If I need some help, I'll call Tyrone (Say word, word)
Def Squad, makin' ends
Next year comes 'round, gon' do it again

Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)
	Turn my mic up some (4x)

Yo, when the sun goes down here comes the moon
Doc let the wolf out, tear the roof out
Def Squad general bring your whole account
I got it in the couch, we can brawl
I clock the squeal, make your block feel
Like hot mills on your chest when the cock still
You know, wavin' the fo' with big
Do you know when you fall like bowling 
Ye-si-ca lyrics

I was young and alone
And my heart searched the world for a home.
She was free like a bird
And sang songs to me I never heard.
She sang ye-si-ca

She sang ye-si-ca.

Well
the sound of her voice
Made it plain that she knew about boys.
I brough
pins, huh
Yo, let my dog loose *growls*
You can't unloose if I came full proof
Worldwide tear, ???
Dope shit, I'm surprised how I do that there
D-O M-O, it's to put the slug nose to your CEO, then blow
If it gets thick, I doubt it
Long as Def Squad be about it, clubs stay crowded

Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)
	Turn my mic up some (4x)

Yo, how come anonymously, I ka-pow
Rock the rough crowd, me, Reggie, Biggie E and the ???
Smokin' in the streets covered by black clouds
Hard to the core, with the pow and the wow
Take it to the streets like a 
Real lyrics

my sister had a nursery rhyme
set of figurines
she'd often let me play with them, i'd
set 'em up in different scenes
fifty plastic army men, led by superman
destroyed the ranks of mother goose
mary and her little
lamb slips away and catches
s
thug sippin' sud
Show 'em some love before they rip up the club
Catalistic, disaster, catastrophic
Superistic, super-charged, MCs at large
Definition of tradition, before description
Make a nigga go broke, can't pay attention, listen
We built this empire on rap alone
When the battle and the war, never get the throne

Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)

You're listening to the sounds of WDEF Radio, Def Squad Radio
Where Nasty Nudge, the big mouth
Still in charge and still fuckin' your man while you bitches ain't around
Y'all niggas ain't ready