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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Syndicate with me
We about to tear stuff up, feel good?
Yo, what the hell wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, you wanna 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!)
Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, 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 this party up, is that

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

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

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Notorious Asiatic, tough,
A power
Catapultin the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm Jordan, a team player on a solo flight
Lookin on MC's faces full of fright 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 money everything

[ 1: Donald D ]
again comin at you hyper
Donald D the Sniper
Boston Strangler, Manson
No matter killer I mention, keep dancin
_Five Fingers Of Death_, Of Fury_
St. Day Massacre on a jury
Wanna me for kickin black on wax
I the street with a battle axe

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

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

[ ROUND 1: Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down with the Syndicate
you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, time to school
I'm the principal and is the key
Shaquel in the to be

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

[ 1: Everlast ]
Everlast is in effect gettin big
Then I collect big
1's, 5's, and 20's
A 100 g's and I'm pullin
and right, day and night
You see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this performer that's fully equipped

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

[ 1: Divine Styler ]
Syndicate scorned, you act
Tired of fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients
Black on black while ( ? )
( ? ) of that's gotta be
Circlin cyphers molecules
Takin over your space, that's
The chords on a board with 24 tracks
Get away from the ( ? ) gotta rap

[ ROUND 2: ]
Syndicate growin, goin out of control
You say we're weak? record's shippin gold
Power, strength, my got unity
We together and we're soon to be
In your town, we gonna bring the down
Ice-T and the syndicate
No selll-outs, cause it's caps we
Girls we love em, and we steal em

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
and wisdom, it's a mystery
I drop science for the who know it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it sense
I conceited, I'm just convinced
Strapped for the Randy Mac is rollin
The mic, the mixer, then the is stolen
The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? )
Watch girl, cause I stick her

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man will rap when I'm playin the
Some my stage presence is low, I think it's loud
Enough to see me flowin and
Go breakin backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I ya like a hitman
And out kickin with the ( ? )
Rockin on a rappin
In of the stage

[ ROUND 2: D ]
a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, cause now a rat
I'm on the attack with my bat
That one rap brought of us back
All my house I set up traps
It seem the rats have a map
But nowadays I know how to act
So now I feed the rats

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

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

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

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
a partner and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm back to rock for you once
I worry about what he said or she said
As long as what's is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile Committee's on my
And I'm kickin knowledge on a natural
And I'm feeling
Yo, this mic and get the party on

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

[ ROUND 2: MC ]
Are y'all set, all prepared to
Move in close cause here comes the dope
By the way, I'm the Taste, if
Could talk but they - but here go the
Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a
Protect your clan cause we're about to
Bass reflex, the that drive, divide
The weak from the rest ( ? ) survive

[ ROUND 2: Divine ]
Syndicate's housin all
We paralyze a physical vision
But ignorants pop that's ignorant listen
Divine is ( ? ) no for style
And I rock your grey with a smile
I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor
The knack - stylistic

[ 2: Ice-T ]
The reason we're bustin these are what?
To make all you MC's shut up
You're buyin rap records jammin def beats
Then dissin rap artists out in the
You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be
But you never been near a studio in life
You see, is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played sport
But you're talkin mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your you never made one
So this goes to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's that cold be the mic
You may be but there's no one better
We rock you so cold, you a cashmere sweater
dirty in the pit when combat is on
We always attack attacked upon

[ OUTRO: ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man Everlast in the
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 up like napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we outta here like last
Rhyme
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

Everlast in full
my gold record?
Where's my
Where's my

[ Divine ]
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, out

[ D ]
Microphone King Donald D the notorious,

[ Bronx Bob ]
is Bronx Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

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