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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 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 place to be, 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, you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the place to be, 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 to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm to kick this party up, is that alright?

[ ROUND 1: ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Rhyme spree
You say you be down, you gotta 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 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 grip
On the track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate I be jackin
You I fell off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin
I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's out, beddy-bye

[ 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 full of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap their ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a fame
In the game things'll never be the
Because money changes

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

[ ROUND 1: Bronx Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a piece of
Cause when you die, you'se a tense
So I like to live my like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an
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 ( ? )

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

[ ROUND 1: Shaquel ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule without a
Mathematics in effect, time to school
I'm the principal and 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 ain't a
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a banger
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the borders
No, they give me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get for me one time

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

[ 1: MC Taste ]
Y'all played yourselves 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, it down or I quit
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 enough, sit down till we're done

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

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

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

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man will rap when I'm playin the
Some think my stage 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 down on a cat stand, I kill ya a hitman
And out kickin with the ( ? )
Rockin on a 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 of us back
All my house I set up traps
It seem the rats have a map
But I don't know how to act
So now I the rats crack

[ 2: Bronx Style Bob ]
Back and I'm the fact
I know you're for a rap
To make you get up and to clap
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) style
More to the ounce and trizzy to the file
'79 the I was inclined
To get smooth and prove that I can a funk rhyme
Hey yo, chillin
Cause we got the and knack to see the kids top billin

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

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

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
Grab a and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm back to for you once more
I don't worry what he said or she said
As as what's 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, this mic and get the party on

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

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

[ ROUND 2: Divine ]
Syndicate's all competition
We a physical powerful vision
But savage pop that's ignorant listen
is ( ? ) no time for style
And I rock grey matter with a smile
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 MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap records jammin def
Then dissin rap artists out in the
You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be
But you been near a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played sport
But you're always talkin mess bout how it should be
And when we ask to hear your record you made one
So this goes to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's that cold be the mic
You may be but there's no one better
We you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater
Fight dirty in the pit combat is on
We attack before attacked upon

[ OUTRO: ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man in the house
it up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid and Bango couldn't be here
But we to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are you're a
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up like
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we outta here like last
Syndicate
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
King Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx Bob ]
This is 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, got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)
What, the police,
I knew had happened
I was why King 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...