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

[ INTRO: ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My name is MC
I got the Rhyme with me
We about to tear stuff up, feel good?
Yo, the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Mac in the place to be, what 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, what you do? (Party!)
is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, 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, what you do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to this party up, is that alright?

[ ROUND 1: ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you talk to me
You wanna get in? Put a head out
a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't 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
Randy Mac is a stupid grip
On the party I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be
You thought I off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, lights 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 player on a solo flight
Lookin down on MC's faces full of and fear
I dunk a rap through their ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a platinum
In the game things'll be the same
Because money everything

[ ROUND 1: D ]
Once comin at you hyper
Donald D the Sniper
Boston Strangler, Charles
No what killer I mention, keep dancin
_Five Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_
St. Valentine's Day on a jury
Wanna convict me for black on wax
I walk the with a battle axe

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

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

[ ROUND 1: Shaquel ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shaquel
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down with the posse
you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to
I'm the and knowledge is the key
in the place to be

[ 1: Toddy Tee ]
I climb a mountain top just one rope
Get to the top of the and say a rhyme that's dope
Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I a stranger
Yo, I'm Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate
No, they give me no time, cause it's 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 see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer that's equipped

[ ROUND 1: MC ]
Y'all played yourselves right in of the mic
your body so that the feelin was right
But if you get lost out and admit
the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit
I'm not the kind to you a call
To stop on a rap I lead, so I pause
I you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough, sit down till we're

[ ROUND 1: Styler ]
Syndicate scorned, you act
Tired of your rhyme ( ? ) ingredients
on black while styles ( ? )
( ? ) of brothers gotta be
Circlin cyphers into
Takin over your space, illogical
The chords 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 gold
Power, strength, my posse got
We stick together and we're to be
In your town, we gonna bring the roof
Ice-T and the syndicate
No selll-outs, cause it's caps we
Girls we love em, and we steal em

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, a mystery
I drop science for the ones who it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it makes
I ain't conceited, I'm convinced
Strapped for the attack Mac is rollin
The mic, the mixer, then the show is
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 my stage presence is low, I think it's loud
Enough to see me flowin and
Go psycho breakin like bolo
Give me the mic, a ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a
And come out with the ( ? )
on a rappin rampage
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 attack my baseball bat
one rap brought many of us back
All through my house I set up
It like the rats have a map
But nowadays I don't how to act
So now I the rats crack

[ 2: Bronx Style Bob ]
Back and I'm statin the
I know waitin for a rap
To make you get up and start to
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate
More to the ounce and trizzy to the file
'79 the time I was
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 suckers worth less than piss
Suckers can all kiss the tip
Of my knob I aim I don't miss
Aim it to that come around jockin
On my tip when on the radio my be rockin
Don't frontin askin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain't

[ 2: Shaquel Shabazz ]
Wake up time to be noticed
I'ma do this, I'm gonna show
to be mathematical
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 roar

[ ROUND 2: Tee ]
Grab a partner and hit the
Cause I'm back to rock for you more
I don't about what he said or she said
As long as what's 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, take mic and get the party on

[ 2: Everlast ]
is mortal 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
Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns
and phrases, no clubs or razors
No mercy for a sucker that
War, I'll take the floor, the score
Grab the microphone and proceed to

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

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

[ 2: Ice-T ]
The reason we're bustin these raps are
To make all you wack shut up
You're always buyin rap jammin def beats
dissin rap artists out in the streets
You say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight
But you never been near a in your life
You see, disrespect is your last
You're Howard [Name], you never played this sport
But you're always talkin bout how it should be done
And we ask to hear your record you never made one
So this message goes to and pros alike
We're the MC's that be doggin the mic
You may be good but no one better
We rock you so cold, you need a sweater
Fight dirty in the pit when 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 to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are a star
Rhyme Syndicate up like napalm
I got my man Dee deejayin on the set
And the one and DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we outta like last year
Syndicate
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine Styler with Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone King Donald D the notorious,

[ Style Bob ]
This is Bronx Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

[ ]
Yo
So we bout to get here
like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, and Islam)
What, the police,
I knew somethin had
I was wonderin why 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...