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

[ INTRO: ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My name is MC
I got the Rhyme with me
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel
Yo, what the hell wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the 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, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm to kick this party up, is that alright?

[ 1: Ice-T ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme
You say you wanna be down, you talk 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
some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up

[ ROUND 1: Mac ]
Let's get it for the '89 tip
Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be
You I fell off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are ripped
Gangster I am, bust the like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's out, beddy-bye

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Asiatic, tough, talented
A power
above the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo
Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and
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 changes

[ ROUND 1: D ]
Once again at you hyper
D the Syndicate Sniper
Boston Strangler, Charles
No matter what killer I mention, dancin
_Five Fingers Of Death_, Of Fury_
St. Day Massacre on a jury
convict me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street a battle axe

[ 1: Bronx Style Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a 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 jazz and
get loud, I drop em
I ( ? )
I'm Bronx Bob, the beats and I'm ( ? )

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

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

[ 1: Toddy Tee ]
I a mountain top with just one rope
Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme that's
Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the borders
No, they can't give me no time, cause my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one

[ 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 honeys
Left and right, day and
You gotta see it to believe it, it's a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer that's equipped

[ ROUND 1: MC ]
Y'all played right in front of the mic
Moved body so that the feelin was right
But if you get scream out and admit
That the too fast, slow 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 ain't enough, sit down till done

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

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

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, a mystery
I science for the ones who know it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it sense
I ain't conceited, I'm just
Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is
The mic, the mixer, then the is stolen
The pimp, the player, ( ? ) kicker
Watch your girl, cause I 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
Enough to see me and showin
Go psycho breakin like bolo
Give me the mic, a ignite
I break on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And come out with the ( ? )
Rockin on a rampage
In of the stage

[ 2: Donald 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 through my I set up traps
It seem the rats have a map
But nowadays I know how to act
So now I the rats crack

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

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

[ ROUND 2: 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 and grab the mic
Syndicate's chilllin out
let me loose and now it's war
( ? ) let the rhymes

[ ROUND 2: Tee ]
Grab a partner and hit the
I'm back to rock for you once more
I worry about what he said or she said
As as what's 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 mortal combat, there ain't no
You're to get with me but you don't know where I'm at
Cause in world there's no bombs or guns
Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns
Sentences and phrases, no clubs or
No mercy for a sucker that
War, take the floor, even the score
the microphone and proceed to roar

[ 2: MC Taste ]
Are y'all set, all to start
Move in close cause comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste, if
talk but they - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you grabbed a grip
Protect your clan cause we're to trip
Bass reflex, the kicks that drive,
The weak from the ( ? ) can't survive

[ ROUND 2: Styler ]
Syndicate's all competition
We paralyze a powerful vision
But ignorants pop that's ignorant listen
Divine is ( ? ) no time for
And I rock your grey matter with a
Cause I'm the rhyme with dimensions of flavor
The knack - black

[ 2: Ice-T ]
The reason we're these raps are what?
To make all you MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap records def beats
Then dissin rap artists out in the
You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be
But you never been a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your last
You're like Howard [Name], you played this sport
But you're always talkin bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your record you made one
So this message to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's cold be doggin the mic
You may be good but there's no one
We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere
Fight dirty in the pit combat is on
We attack before attacked upon

[ Ice-T ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man in the house
it up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be
But we gon' to' it up for anyhow
you are you're a star
Rhyme Syndicate up like napalm
I got my man Dee deejayin 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 effect
Where's my gold
Where's my
my record?

[ Divine ]
Divine with Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone 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 bout to get here
Seems like the is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, and Islam)
What, the police,
I knew had happened
I was why King Tee missed the party, man
Yo Randy Mac, you got some
(Aw, you know time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for some bail,
We got to go do work, man...