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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme with me
We about to tear stuff up, y'all good?
Yo, what the y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you 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, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you do? (Party!)
And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, what you do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick 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 sucker's out
Sound a little hot for you, Then, toy, get out
mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You try to diss, your butt is on a hook
Want 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 track I'm cold
But when the Syndicate rolls I be
You thought I off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, the lyrics 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 swift to be
I'm like Jordan, a team player on a flight
Lookin down on faces full of fright and fear
I slam a rap through their ear to hear
Heureka! I just a platinum fame
In the game things'll be the same
Because money everything

[ ROUND 1: D ]
again comin 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 me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street with a axe

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

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

[ ROUND 1: Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down with the posse
It's you we rule a tool
in effect, it's time to school
I'm the and knowledge is the key
in the place to be

[ ROUND 1: Tee ]
I climb a mountain top with 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 Compton
Wanted by the F.B.I. for of
MC's across the Syndicate borders
No, can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one

[ ROUND 1: ]
is in effect gettin big respect
Then I collect big
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, quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this 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 scream out and admit
That the too fast, slow it down or I quit
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 that ain't enough, sit down we're done

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
Syndicate posse growin, goin out of
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 roof
Ice-T and the underground
No selll-outs, cause it's caps we
Girls we em, and shows we steal em

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, it's a
I drop science for the ones who know 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, ( ? ) kicker
Watch 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
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphis
I break on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And come out kickin the ( ? )
Rockin on a rampage
In control of the

[ 2: Donald 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 with my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us
All my house I set up traps
It seem like the rats a map
But I don't know how to act
So now I feed the rats

[ ROUND 2: Style Bob ]
Back and I'm statin the
I you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up and start to
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate
More bounce to the and trizzy to the file
'79 the I was inclined
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 hang out with suckers worth less piss
Suckers can all kiss the tip
Of my knob when I aim I don't
Aim it to suckers come around jockin
On my tip when on the radio my recors be
Don't frontin askin me for a pound
You ain't invited you simply 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 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 more
I don't about what he said or she said
As long as said-said is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile on my side
And I'm kickin on a natural high
And I'm strong
Yo, take this mic and get the on

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

[ ROUND 2: MC ]
Are set, all prepared to start
Move in close 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 a grip
Protect your clan cause we're to trip
reflex, the kicks that drive, divide
The weak from the rest ( ? ) survive

[ ROUND 2: Divine ]
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 matter with a smile
Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with of flavor
The knack - stylistic

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason bustin these raps are what?
To make all you wack MC's up
You're always buyin rap records def beats
Then dissin rap out in the streets
You always say our jams are wack but be tight
But you been near a studio in your life
You see, is your last resort
You're like [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 never one
So this goes to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's cold be doggin 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 always before attacked upon

[ OUTRO: ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man Everlast in the
Tossin it up,
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be
But we gon' to' it up for anyhow
Wherever you are a star
Syndicate blowin 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 year
Rhyme
We gotta do it like the alphabet and ya

[ ]

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

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
King Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx Bob ]
This is Bronx Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

[ ]
Yo
So we to get outta here
Seems the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, 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 time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for bail, buddy
We got to go do work, man...