Party! (Okay party people in the house) --> MC Ricky D/Slick
[ Ice-T ] Yo yo, in the to be My name is MC I got the Syndicate with me We about to stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you 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 Bob is in the house, what 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 house tonight, what you do? (Party!) Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you 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 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 get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but crooks You try to diss, butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? on a mission Bad move, you end up
[ ROUND 1: Mac ] get it straight for the '89 tip Randy Mac is clockin a stupid On the party track I'm cold But the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin and punks are gettin ripped I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by You sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye
[ 1: Nat The Cat ] Notorious Asiatic, tough, A entertainer above the top Nat The Cat, too swift to be I'm Jordan, a team player on a solo flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of and fear I slam a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum In the game never be the same money changes everything
[ 1: Donald D ] Once comin at you hyper Donald D the Sniper Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, dancin Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a Wanna me for kickin black on wax I walk the with a battle axe
[ 1: Bronx Style Bob ] ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause you die, you'se a past tense So I like to my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the and hip-hop get loud, I drop em I ( ? ) I'm Bronx Bob, the beats and I'm ( ? )
[ ROUND 1: ] stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they Stutter, softer melted butter no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can by the way that I walk and talk with a slight limp Flyer than any big city
[ ROUND 1: Shaquel ] Gold, girls, cash 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 principal and is the key in the place to be
[ ROUND 1: Tee ] I a mountain top with just one rope Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme 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 Sucker MC's the Syndicate borders No, they can't give me no time, cause my rhyme Everlast, get funky for me one
[ ROUND 1: ] Everlast is in effect big respect Then I collect big 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, quite a sight all on the tip to get a sip Of this poetic performer fully equipped
[ 1: MC Taste ] Y'all played yourselves right in of the mic Moved body so that the feelin was right But if you get lost out and admit That the beat's too fast, it down or I quit I'm not the kind to you a call To stop on a rap that I lead, so I I you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that ain't enough, sit till we're done
[ ROUND 1: Divine ] Syndicate scorned, you act Tired of fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients Black on black styles ( ? ) ( ? ) of brothers that's be Circlin into molecules Takin your space, that's illogical The chords on a board with 24 tracks Get away from the break ( ? ) rap
[ ROUND 2: ] Syndicate posse growin, goin out of You say we're weak? This record's gold Power, strength, my posse got We stick together and we're to be In your town, we gonna the roof down and the syndicate underground No selll-outs, it's caps we peelin Girls we love em, and we steal em
[ 2: Randy Mac ] Knowledge and wisdom, a mystery 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 Mac is rollin The mic, the mixer, the show is stolen The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? ) Watch girl, cause I stick her
[ 2: Nat The Cat ] Nat The Cat, my man will rap I'm playin the back Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's Enough to see me and showin Go psycho backs like bolo me the mic, a metamorphis ignite I break down on a cat stand, I ya like a hitman And come out with the ( ? ) Rockin on a rappin In control of the
[ 2: Donald D ] There's a mouse in my house, so I a cat The cat ran away, cause now a rat I'm on the with my baseball bat one rap brought many of us back All through my house I set up It seem the rats have a map But nowadays I don't how to act So now I feed the crack
[ 2: Bronx Style Bob ] Back and I'm statin the I know you're for a rap To make you get up and start to For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) style More bounce to the and trizzy to the file '79 the time I was 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 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 miss Aim it to suckers that come around On my tip when on the my recors be rockin Don't frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited means you ain't down
[ ROUND 2: Shaquel ] Wake up time to be noticed I'ma do this, I'm gonna this to be mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get Bum rush the show and the mic Syndicate's chilllin out They let me and now it's war ( ? ) let the rhymes
[ ROUND 2: Tee ] a partner and hit the dancefloor Cause I'm to rock for you once more I worry about what he said or she said As long as what's said-said is in my bed The Committee's on my side And I'm knowledge on a natural high And I'm strong Yo, take this mic and get the on
[ 2: Everlast ] is mortal combat, there ain't no comeback You're tryin to get with me but you know where I'm at Cause in this world there's no or guns a microphone, metaphors, words and puns Sentences and phrases, no or razors No mercy for a sucker wages War, take the floor, even the score Grab the microphone and to roar
[ 2: MC Taste ] Are set, all prepared to start Move in close cause comes the dope part By the way, I'm the Taste, if Could but they - but here go the facts Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a Protect your clan cause about to trip Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, The weak from the ( ? ) can't survive
[ ROUND 2: Divine ] Syndicate's all competition We a physical powerful vision But savage ignorants pop that's ignorant is ( ? ) no time for style And I rock your grey matter a smile Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with of flavor The knack - black
[ ROUND 2: ] The reason bustin these raps are what? To make all you wack shut up You're buyin rap records jammin def beats dissin rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be But you never near a studio in your life You see, is your last resort You're like Howard [Name], you played this sport But you're always talkin mess bout how it should be And we ask to hear your record you never made one So this message goes to amateurs and pros We're the MC's that cold be the mic You may be good but no one better We you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater Fight dirty in the pit when is on We always attack before attacked
[ OUTRO: ] Yeah, Syndicate, we in here We it up I got my man Everlast in the it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango be here But we to' it up for them anyhow Wherever you are a star Rhyme Syndicate blowin up napalm I got my man Chilly Dee on the set And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in Yo, we outta here last year Rhyme We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya
[ ] Everlast in full Where's my gold Where's my my record?
[ Styler ] Divine with Physical Poets, look out
[ D ] Microphone 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 like the police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, I knew somethin had I was wonderin why King Tee 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...