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Party!
(Okay party people in the house) --> MC Ricky 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 to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Tee is in the house 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, what you do? (Party!)
My man is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm to kick this party up, is that alright?

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

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

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Notorious Asiatic, tough,
A entertainer
Catapultin the top
Nat The Cat, too swift to be
I'm like Jordan, a player on a solo flight
down on MC's faces full of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap through ear to hear
Heureka! I just a platinum fame
In the game never be the same
Because money everything

[ 1: Donald D ]
Once comin at you hyper
Donald D the Syndicate
Boston Strangler, Manson
No matter what killer I mention, dancin
_Five Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_
St. Valentine's Day on a jury
Wanna convict me for kickin on wax
I the street with a battle axe

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

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

[ 1: Shaquel Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cold
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 and knowledge is the key
Shaquel in the to be

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

[ 1: Everlast ]
Everlast is in effect big respect
I collect big checks
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, it's quite a
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this performer that's fully equipped

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

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

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

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, it's a
I drop for the ones who know it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it makes
I ain't conceited, I'm just
Strapped for the attack Mac is rollin
The mic, the mixer, the show is stolen
The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? )
your girl, cause I stick 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
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho breakin like bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphis
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a
And come out kickin the ( ? )
on a rappin 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 many of us
All my house I set up traps
It seem like the have a map
But nowadays I know how to act
So now I feed the rats

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

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

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
This is combat, there ain't no comeback
tryin to get with me but you don't know where I'm at
Cause in this world there's no or guns
Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns
and phrases, no clubs or razors
No mercy for a sucker that
War, take the floor, even the score
Grab the microphone and proceed to

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The we're bustin these raps 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 been near a studio in your life
You see, is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played sport
But always talkin mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros
We're the MC's cold be doggin the mic
You may be good but no one better
We you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater
Fight dirty in the pit combat is on
We always attack attacked upon

[ Ice-T ]
Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in
We it up
I got my man in the house
it up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango be here
But we gon' to' it up for anyhow
Wherever you are a star
Rhyme Syndicate up like napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we here like last year
Syndicate
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

Everlast in full
Where's my record?
Where's my
Where's my

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, out

[ D ]
Microphone Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx Bob ]
is Bronx Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

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