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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 up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all 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!)
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, you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the 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, come on, you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm to kick this party up, is that alright?

[ ROUND 1: ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta to me
You wanna get in? Put a head out
a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened
You try to diss, your butt is on a hook
some of me? You're 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 records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's out, beddy-bye

[ 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 down on 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 changes

[ ROUND 1: D ]
Once again at you hyper
Donald D the Sniper
Strangler, Charles Manson
No what killer I mention, keep dancin
_Five Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_
St. Day Massacre on a jury
Wanna convict me for black on wax
I walk the with a battle axe

[ ROUND 1: Bronx Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a piece of
Cause you die, you'se a past tense
So I like to live my life like a big
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: ]
stallion, knockin on concrete walls
Standin tall, rappers in my face, they
Stutter, softer than butter
no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your ( ? )
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I and talk
Strollin a slight limp
Flyer any big city pimp

[ ROUND 1: Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to
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 ain't a
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a banger
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's the Syndicate borders
No, they give me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one

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

[ 1: MC Taste ]
played yourselves right in front of the mic
Moved your so that the feelin was right
But if you get lost scream out and
That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I
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 done

[ ROUND 1: Styler ]
Syndicate scorned, you act
Tired of your fish ( ? ) ingredients
Black on while styles ( ? )
( ? ) of that's gotta be
Circlin into molecules
over your space, that's illogical
The vocal chords on a with 24 tracks
Get from the break ( ? ) gotta rap

[ ROUND 2: ]
Syndicate growin, goin out of control
You say we're This record's shippin gold
Power, strength, my posse got
We stick together and soon to be
In your town, we gonna bring the roof
and the syndicate underground
No selll-outs, it's caps we peelin
Girls we love em, and shows we em

[ 2: Randy Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, it's a
I drop for the ones who know it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it makes
I ain't conceited, I'm convinced
for the attack Randy Mac is rollin
The mic, the mixer, then the is stolen
The pimp, the player, ( ? ) kicker
your girl, cause I stick her

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

[ 2: Donald D ]
There's a in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, cause now a rat
I'm on the with my baseball bat
That one rap many 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 ]
Back and I'm the fact
I know waitin for a rap
To you get up and start to clap
For Bob, a ( ? ) Syndicate style
More to the ounce and trizzy to the file
'79 the I was inclined
To get smooth and that I can rock 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 come the tip
Of my when I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers that come jockin
On my tip when on the my recors be rockin
Don't come askin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain't

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

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
a partner and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm to rock for you once more
I don't worry about what he said or she
As long as what's is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile on my side
And I'm kickin knowledge on a natural
And I'm feeling
Yo, take mic and get the party on

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

[ ROUND 2: MC ]
Are y'all set, all prepared to
Move in close here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste, if
talk but they - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you grabbed a grip
Protect your clan cause we're about to
Bass reflex, the kicks that drive,
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 listen
is ( ? ) no time for style
And I rock your grey matter with a
Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with of flavor
The knack - black

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason we're bustin these are what?
To make all you wack MC's up
You're always rap records jammin def beats
dissin rap artists out in the streets
You say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight
But you never been a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your last
You're like [Name], you never played this sport
But you're always talkin bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear record you never made one
So this message goes to and pros alike
We're the MC's 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

[ OUTRO: ]
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 anyhow
Wherever you are a star
Rhyme blowin up like napalm
I got my man Dee deejayin on the set
And the one and DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we here like last year
Syndicate
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, out

[ D ]
Microphone Donald 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 outta
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 Randy Mac, you got some
(Aw, you know what it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for some bail,
We got to go do work, man...