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Party!
(Okay party people in the house) --> MC Ricky Rick

[ INTRO: ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My name is MC
I got the Rhyme Syndicate me
We about to tear up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
My man is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick party up, is that alright?

[ 1: Ice-T ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's out
Sound a little hot for you, Then, toy, get out
mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You try to diss, butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a
Bad move, you end up

[ ROUND 1: Mac ]
Let's get it for the '89 tip
Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party I'm cold lampin
But when the rolls I be jackin
You I fell off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin
Gangster I am, bust the like a drive-by
You sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Asiatic, tough, talented
A entertainer
Catapultin the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo
Lookin down on MC's faces full of and fear
I slam dunk a rap through their ear to
Heureka! I just struck a fame
In the things'll never be the same
Because changes everything

[ ROUND 1: D ]
Once again at you hyper
D the Syndicate Sniper
Boston Strangler, Charles
No what killer I mention, keep dancin
_Five Fingers Of Death_, Of Fury_
St. Valentine's Day on a jury
Wanna me for kickin black on wax
I walk the with a battle axe

[ ROUND 1: Bronx Bob ]
Life nothin but a piece of existence
Cause when you die, you'se a past
So I to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act an animal
I the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
get loud, I drop em
I ( ? )
I'm Bronx Bob, bring the and I'm ( ? )

[ ROUND 1: ]
Black stallion, knockin on walls
Standin tall, rappers in my face, they
Stutter, softer melted butter
There's no other word, go ask mother
Hard solid as city ( ? )
Born in Brooklyn, can by the way that I walk and talk
Strollin with a limp
Flyer than any big pimp

[ 1: Shaquel Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cold
On the mic Shaquel
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down the Syndicate posse
It's you we without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's to school
I'm the and knowledge is the key
in the place to be

[ ROUND 1: Tee ]
I climb a mountain top just one rope
Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme dope
Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's the Syndicate borders
No, can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get for me one time

[ 1: Everlast ]
Everlast is in effect gettin big
Then I big checks
1's, 5's, 10's and
A 100 g's and I'm pullin
and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer that's equipped

[ 1: MC Taste ]
Y'all played right in front of the mic
Moved your body so that the was right
But if you get lost scream out and
That the beat's too fast, slow it or I quit
I'm not the to give you a call
To stop on a rap that I lead, so I
I you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're

[ 1: Divine Styler ]
Syndicate scorned, you act
Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? )
Black on black styles ( ? )
( ? ) of brothers that's be
Circlin into molecules
Takin your space, that's illogical
The vocal chords on a board with 24
Get away the break ( ? ) gotta rap

[ 2: Ice-T ]
Syndicate posse growin, out of control
You say we're weak? This record's gold
Power, strength, my got unity
We stick and we're soon to be
In town, we gonna bring the roof down
Ice-T and the syndicate
No selll-outs, cause it's we peelin
Girls we em, and shows we steal em

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, a mystery
I drop science for the ones who know me
You say I'm dope, cool, it sense
I ain't conceited, I'm just
Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is
The mic, the mixer, then the show is
The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? )
Watch your girl, I stick her

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man rap when I'm playin the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I think loud
Enough to see me and showin
Go psycho backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a
And come out with the ( ? )
on a rappin rampage
In control of the

[ ROUND 2: D ]
There's a mouse in my house, so I a cat
The cat ran away, cause now a rat
I'm on the attack my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us
All through my I set up traps
It seem like the rats a map
But nowadays I don't how to act
So now I feed the crack

[ ROUND 2: Style Bob ]
Back and I'm the fact
I know waitin for a rap
To you get up and start to clap
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) style
bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file
'79 the time I was
To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk
Hey yo, ice-cube
Cause we got the gats and to see the kids top billin

[ 2: Hen-Gee ]
Impressionalist, not a
Don't out with suckers worth less than piss
Suckers can all come the tip
Of my knob when I aim I miss
Aim it to suckers that come jockin
On my tip when on the my recors be rockin
Don't frontin askin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply down

[ ROUND 2: Shaquel ]
Wake up time to be noticed
do this, I'm gonna show this
Beat to be
in the house, let's get radical
Bum the show and grab the mic
Syndicate's out tonight
They let me and now it's war
( ? ) let the roar

[ ROUND 2: Tee ]
Grab a and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm to rock for you once more
I don't worry about he said or she said
As long as what's said-said is in my bed
The Committee's on my side
And I'm kickin on a natural high
And I'm strong
Yo, this mic and get the party on

[ 2: Everlast ]
This is mortal combat, there no comeback
You're tryin to get me but you don't know where I'm at
Cause in this world there's no bombs or
Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns
and phrases, no clubs or razors
No mercy for a sucker wages
War, take the floor, even the score
Grab the microphone and proceed to

[ 2: MC Taste ]
Are set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the dope
By the way, I'm the Taste, if
talk but they - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you shoulda a grip
Protect your cause we're about to trip
Bass reflex, the kicks that drive,
The weak from the rest ( ? ) can't

[ 2: Divine Styler ]
Syndicate's all competition
We paralyze a powerful vision
But savage ignorants pop that's listen
Divine is ( ? ) no time for
And I rock your grey matter with a
Cause I'm the rhyme with dimensions of flavor
The knack - stylistic

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason we're bustin raps are what?
To make all you MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap records def beats
dissin rap artists out in the streets
You always say our jams are wack but be tight
But you never been near a studio in life
You see, disrespect is your last
You're Howard [Name], you never played this sport
But you're always mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your record you made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros
We're the MC's that cold be the mic
You may be good but no one better
We rock you so cold, you a cashmere sweater
dirty in the pit when combat is on
We attack before attacked upon

[ Ice-T ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man in the house
it up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be
But we gon' to' it up for anyhow
you are you're a star
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up like
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we here like last year
Rhyme
We gotta do it like the alphabet and ya

[ ]

Everlast in effect
Where's my record?
Where's my
Where's my

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone King D the notorious, yeah

[ Style Bob ]
This is Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

[ Mac ]
Mac
One in a million on back, boy

[ ]
Yo
So we to get outta here
Seems the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)
What, the police,
I knew somethin had
I was wonderin why Tee missed the party, man
Yo Mac, you got some money?
(Aw, you what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for some bail,
We got to go do work, man...