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Party!
(Okay people in the house) --> MC Ricky D/Slick Rick

[ INTRO: ]
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 y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
is in the place to be, what 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, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, on, what you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC Taste is in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, what you do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this up, is that alright?

[ ROUND 1: ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate spree
You say you wanna be down, you talk to me
You get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You try to diss, your butt is on a meat
Want of me? You're 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 Syndicate I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I even slipped
The Mac is records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a
You sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Notorious Asiatic, tough,
A entertainer
above the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a team player on a flight
Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and
I slam dunk a rap through ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a platinum
In the things'll never be the same
Because money everything

[ 1: Donald D ]
Once again at you hyper
Donald D the Sniper
Strangler, Charles Manson
No what killer I mention, keep dancin
_Five Fingers Of Death_, Of Fury_
St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a
convict me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street with a axe

[ ROUND 1: Bronx Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a of existence
Cause when you die, a past tense
So I to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the and hip-hop
Suckers get loud, I em
I ( ? )
I'm Bronx Bob, bring the and I'm ( ? )

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

[ 1: Shaquel Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord, the
with the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's to school
I'm the principal and is the key
Shaquel in the to be

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

[ ROUND 1: ]
Everlast is in effect big respect
I collect big checks
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 poetic that's fully equipped

[ 1: MC Taste ]
Y'all yourselves right in front of the mic
Moved your body so that the was right
But if you get lost out and admit
That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I
I'm not the to give you a call
To on a rap that I lead, so I pause
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 your fish rhyme ( ? )
on black while styles ( ? )
( ? ) of brothers gotta be
Circlin cyphers molecules
Takin your space, that's illogical
The vocal on a board with 24 tracks
Get away the break ( ? ) gotta rap

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

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
and wisdom, it's a mystery
I drop science for the ones who it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it sense
I conceited, I'm just convinced
Strapped for the attack Mac is rollin
The mic, the mixer, then the is stolen
The pimp, the player, ( ? ) kicker
Watch your girl, 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 think loud
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho breakin backs bolo
Give me the mic, a ignite
I down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And come out with the ( ? )
on a rappin rampage
In of the stage

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
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 around jockin
On my tip when on the radio my be rockin
Don't come askin me for a pound
You invited means you simply ain't down

[ ROUND 2: Shabazz ]
Wake up it's time to be
I'ma do this, I'm gonna this
to be mathematical
Syndicate's in the house, get radical
Bum rush the and grab the mic
Syndicate's chilllin out
They let me and now it's 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 said-said is in my bed
The Committee's on my side
And I'm knowledge on a natural high
And I'm strong
Yo, take this mic and get the on

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

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

[ ROUND 2: Divine ]
housin all competition
We a physical powerful vision
But savage ignorants pop ignorant listen
Divine is ( ? ) no time for
And I rock grey matter with a smile
Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with of flavor
The knack - stylistic

[ 2: Ice-T ]
The reason we're bustin these are what?
To all you wack MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap jammin def beats
Then rap artists out in the streets
You always say our are wack but yours'll be tight
But you never been near a studio in life
You see, disrespect is your last
You're like Howard [Name], you played this sport
But you're always talkin mess bout how it should be
And when we ask to your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros
the MC's 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 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 couldn't be here
But we gon' to' it up for them
Wherever you are you're a
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up napalm
I got my man Dee deejayin on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we outta here like year
Rhyme
We gotta do it like the and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine with Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx Bob ]
is Bronx Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

[ ]
Yo
So we to get outta here
Seems like the is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got Tee, Aladdin and Islam)
What, the police,
I somethin had happened
I was wonderin why King Tee 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...