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 Syndicate with me We to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the to be, what 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, what you do? (Party!) Bronx Style Bob is in the house, you wanna do? (Party!) Hen-Gee is in the house, what you do, homeboy? (Party!) My man Shaquel is in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!) Yo, Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Yo, is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (Party!) And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!) My man is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!) Yo yo, I'm to kick this party up, is that alright?
[ 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate spree 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 Syndicate mob nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a hook Want some of me? You're on a 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 I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the like a drive-by You wanna Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye
[ 1: Nat The Cat ] Notorious Asiatic, tough, A entertainer Catapultin the top Nat The Cat, too swift to be I'm like Jordan, a player on a solo flight down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through ear to hear Heureka! I just a platinum fame In the game never be the same Because money everything
[ 1: Donald D ] Once comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Boston Strangler, Manson No matter what killer I mention, dancin _Five Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin on wax I the street 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 rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop Suckers get loud, I em I ( ? ) I'm Bob, bring the beats and I'm ( ? )
[ ROUND 1: ] Black stallion, on concrete walls tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted There's no other word, go ask your Hard as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way I walk and talk Strollin with a slight Flyer any big city pimp
[ 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold On the mic Shaquel Supreme, the Lord, the Down with the Syndicate It's you we rule a tool Mathematics in effect, it's to school I'm the and knowledge 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 I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for of Sucker MC's across the Syndicate No, they can't me no time, cause it's my rhyme Everlast, get for me one time
[ 1: Everlast ] 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 gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a 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 so that the feelin was right But if you get lost out and admit That the too fast, slow it down or I quit I'm not the kind to give you a To on a rap that I lead, so I pause I you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that ain't enough, sit down till we're
[ ROUND 1: Divine ] scorned, you act obedient Tired of your fish ( ? ) ingredients on black while styles ( ? ) ( ? ) of that's gotta be Circlin cyphers molecules Takin over space, that's illogical The vocal chords on a board 24 tracks Get away the break ( ? ) gotta rap
[ 2: Ice-T ] 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 caps we peelin Girls we love em, and shows we em
[ ROUND 2: 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 just Strapped for the attack Mac is rollin The mic, the mixer, the show is stolen The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? ) your girl, cause I stick her
[ 2: Nat The Cat ] Nat The Cat, my man will rap I'm playin the back Some think my presence is low, I think it's loud to see me flowin and showin Go psycho breakin like bolo Give me the mic, a metamorphis I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a And come out kickin the ( ? ) on a rappin rampage In of the stage
[ 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 attack with my bat That one rap brought many of us All my house I set up traps It seem like the 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 know waitin for a rap To make you get up and to clap For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) style More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the '79 the I was inclined To get smooth and that I can rock a funk rhyme Hey yo, chillin Cause we got the gats and to see the kids top billin
[ 2: Hen-Gee ] 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 don't Aim it to suckers that come jockin On my tip on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin me for a pound You ain't invited means you simply down
[ ROUND 2: Shaquel ] Wake up time 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 Syndicate's chilllin out let me loose and now it's war ( ? ) let the rhymes
[ ROUND 2: Tee ] a partner and hit the dancefloor Cause I'm back to for you once more I don't worry about he said or she said As as what's said-said is done-done in my bed The Juvenile Committee's on my And I'm knowledge on a natural high And I'm feeling Yo, this mic and get the party on
[ ROUND 2: ] This is combat, there ain't no comeback tryin to get with me but you don't know where I'm at Cause in this world there's no or guns Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns and phrases, no clubs or razors No mercy for a sucker that War, take the floor, even the score Grab the microphone and proceed to
[ 2: MC Taste ] Are y'all set, all prepared to Move in close cause here the dope part By the way, I'm the Taste, if Could talk but they - but go the facts Brace yourself, you grabbed a grip Protect your clan cause about to trip Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, The weak the rest ( ? ) can't survive
[ ROUND 2: Divine ] 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 with a smile I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor The knack - black
[ ROUND 2: ] The we're bustin these raps are what? To all you wack MC's shut up always buyin rap records jammin def beats Then dissin rap out in the streets You always say our jams are but yours'll be tight But you been near a studio in your life You see, is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you never played sport But always talkin mess bout how it should be done And when we ask to your record you never made one So this message goes to amateurs and pros We're the MC's cold be doggin the mic You may be good but no one better We you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater Fight dirty in the pit combat is on We always attack attacked upon
[ Ice-T ] Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in We it up I got my man in the house it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango be here But we gon' to' it up for anyhow Wherever you are a star Rhyme Syndicate up like napalm I got my man Chilly Dee 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 Where's my record? Where's my Where's my
[ Styler ] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, 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 bout to get outta Seems like the is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, and Islam) What, the police, I knew had happened I was wonderin why Tee missed the party, man Yo Mac, you got some money? (Aw, you know what it is, man I got...) Yeah, for some bail, We got to go do work, man...