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

[ INTRO: ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme with me
We to tear stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, the hell y'all 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 house tonight, what you do? (Party!)
is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Bronx Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
My man is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, on, what you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this up, is that alright?

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

[ 1: Randy Mac ]
get it straight for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is a stupid grip
On the party I'm cold lampin
But when the rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Asiatic, tough, talented
A entertainer
above the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a player on a solo flight
Lookin on MC's faces full of fright and fear
I slam a rap through their ear to hear
Heureka! I struck a platinum fame
In the game things'll be the same
money changes everything

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

[ 1: Bronx Style Bob ]
Life nothin but a piece of existence
when you die, you'se a past tense
So I like to live my life like a big
Get drunk, act like an
I like the 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, in my face, they stall
Stutter, than melted butter
no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your ( ? )
in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk
Strollin a slight limp
than any big city pimp

[ ROUND 1: Shaquel ]
Gold, girls, cold
On the mic Shaquel
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down with the posse
you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, time 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 and say a rhyme that's dope
Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a banger
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker across the Syndicate borders
No, they can't give me no time, it's my rhyme
Everlast, get for me one time

[ 1: Everlast ]
is in effect gettin big respect
Then I big checks
1's, 5's, 10's and
A 100 g's and I'm honeys
Left and right, day and
You gotta see it to it, it's quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of poetic performer that's fully 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, it down or I quit
I'm not the kind to give you a
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 while styles ( ? )
( ? ) of brothers that's be
cyphers into molecules
Takin your space, that's illogical
The chords on a board with 24 tracks
Get from the break ( ? ) gotta rap

[ 2: Ice-T ]
posse growin, goin out of control
You say we're weak? This record's shippin
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 underground
No selll-outs, it's caps we peelin
Girls we em, and shows we steal em

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, it's a
I science for the ones who know it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it sense
I conceited, I'm just convinced
for the attack 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 I'm playin the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I it's loud
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho breakin backs bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphis
I break down on a cat stand, I ya like a hitman
And come out kickin the ( ? )
Rockin on a rappin
In of the stage

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

[ 2: Bronx Style Bob ]
and I'm statin the fact
I know waitin for a rap
To make you get up and to clap
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) style
More bounce to the ounce and to the file
'79 the time I was
To get smooth and prove that I can a funk rhyme
Hey yo, chillin
Cause we got the gats and knack to see the top billin

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

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

[ ROUND 2: 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 said-said is in my bed
The Juvenile on my side
And I'm knowledge on a natural high
And I'm feeling
Yo, take this mic and get the on

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

[ 2: MC Taste ]
Are y'all set, all prepared to
in close cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste, if
Could talk but - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a
Protect clan cause we're about to trip
Bass reflex, the that drive, divide
The from the rest ( ? ) can't survive

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

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

[ Ice-T ]
Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in
We it up
I got my man in the house
Tossin it up,
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be
But we gon' to' it up for them
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 outta like last year
Syndicate
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine with 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 bout to get here
Seems the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, and Islam)
What, the police,
I knew had happened
I was wonderin why King Tee the party, man
Yo Randy Mac, you got some
(Aw, you know time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for bail, buddy
We got to go do work, man...