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

[ INTRO: ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Syndicate with me
We about to stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
Style 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, Toddy Tee is in the 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, you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, what you do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm to kick this party up, is that alright?

[ 1: Ice-T ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Rhyme spree
You say you be down, you gotta talk to me
You wanna get in? Put a head out
Sound a hot for you, boy? 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

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

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Asiatic, tough, talented
A entertainer
Catapultin the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a team on a solo flight
Lookin down on MC's faces of fright and fear
I dunk a rap through their ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a fame
In the things'll never be the same
money changes everything

[ ROUND 1: D ]
again comin at you hyper
Donald D the Syndicate
Strangler, Charles Manson
No matter what killer I mention, keep
_Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of
St. Valentine's Day on a jury
Wanna convict me for kickin on wax
I walk the with a battle axe

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

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

[ ROUND 1: Shaquel ]
Gold, girls, cold
On the mic Shaquel
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down with the Syndicate
you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, time to school
I'm the principal and is the key
in the place to be

[ 1: Toddy Tee ]
I climb a mountain top with one rope
Get to the top of the stairs and say a that's 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 across the Syndicate borders
No, they can't give me no time, it's my rhyme
Everlast, get for me one time

[ ROUND 1: ]
Everlast is in gettin big respect
Then I collect big
1's, 5's, 10's and
A 100 g's and I'm honeys
and right, day and night
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 ]
Y'all yourselves right in front of the mic
Moved body 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 I lead, so I pause
I you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that enough, sit down till we're done

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
Syndicate posse growin, goin out of
You say we're weak? This record's shippin
Power, strength, my got unity
We stick together and 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 who know it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it sense
I ain't conceited, I'm convinced
Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is
The mic, the mixer, the show 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 think my stage presence is low, I think loud
Enough to see me flowin and
Go psycho breakin backs bolo
me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I ya like a hitman
And out kickin with the ( ? )
Rockin on a rappin
In control of the

[ ROUND 2: D ]
a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, now there's a rat
I'm on the attack my baseball bat
That one rap brought 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 rats

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

[ 2: Hen-Gee ]
Impressionalist, not a
Don't hang out with worth less than piss
Suckers can all come the tip
Of my when I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers that around jockin
On my tip when on the my recors be rockin
Don't come frontin me for a pound
You ain't invited you simply ain't down

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

[ 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 said-said is done-done in my bed
The Committee's on my side
And I'm kickin on a natural high
And I'm strong
Yo, take mic and get the party on

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

[ 2: MC Taste ]
Are set, all prepared to start
Move in 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 kicks drive, divide
The weak the rest ( ? ) can't survive

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason we're bustin these 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 never near a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never this sport
But you're always talkin mess how it should be done
And when we ask to your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and alike
We're the MC's that be doggin the mic
You may be good but there's no one
We you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater
Fight dirty in the pit 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 and Bango couldn't be here
But we to' it up for them 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
Rhyme
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

Everlast in effect
Where's my gold
Where's my
Where's my

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler with Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone King D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx Bob ]
is Bronx Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

[ ]
Yo
So we to get outta here
like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, and Islam)
What, the police,
I somethin had happened
I was wonderin why King Tee the party, man
Yo Randy Mac, you got some
(Aw, you what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for bail, buddy
We got to go do work, man...