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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate me
We about to tear up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you 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 is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, 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 sucker's out
Sound a hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You try to diss, your is on a meat 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
Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a
You wanna sleep? Well, it's out, beddy-bye

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Asiatic, tough, talented
A entertainer
above the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a team player on a flight
Lookin down on MC's faces full of and fear
I slam dunk a rap through their ear to
Heureka! I just struck a platinum
In the game things'll never be the
money changes everything

[ ROUND 1: D ]
Once comin at you hyper
Donald D the Syndicate
Strangler, Charles Manson
No matter what I mention, keep 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

[ ROUND 1: Style Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a piece of
Cause when you die, you'se a past
So I like to my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and
get loud, I drop em
I ( ? )
I'm Bob, bring the beats and I'm ( ? )

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

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

[ ROUND 1: ]
Everlast is in effect big respect
Then I collect big
1's, 5's, 10's and
A 100 g's and I'm honeys
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 yourselves in front of the mic
Moved your 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 to give you a call
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 done

[ ROUND 1: Divine ]
Syndicate scorned, you act
of your fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients
Black on black while ( ? )
( ? ) of that's gotta be
cyphers into molecules
Takin your space, that's illogical
The vocal on a board with 24 tracks
Get from the break ( ? ) gotta rap

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

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

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man will rap when I'm the back
Some think my stage is low, I think it's loud
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho breakin backs bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphis
I down 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 ]
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
That one rap many of us back
All my house I set up traps
It like the rats have a map
But nowadays I don't how to act
So now I the rats crack

[ ROUND 2: Bronx Bob ]
Back and I'm the fact
I you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up and to clap
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) style
More bounce to the and trizzy to the file
'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 knack to see the top billin

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

[ ROUND 2: Shaquel ]
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 and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm to rock for you once more
I don't worry what he said or she said
As long as said-said is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile on my side
And I'm kickin knowledge on a high
And I'm strong
Yo, take mic and get the party on

[ ROUND 2: ]
This is mortal combat, there no comeback
You're tryin to get with me but you know where I'm at
Cause in this world there's no bombs or
Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns
and phrases, no clubs or razors
No mercy for a sucker that
War, I'll the floor, even the score
Grab the microphone and proceed to

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

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

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

[ OUTRO: ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man Everlast in the
Tossin it up,
Kid and Bango couldn't be here
But we gon' to' it up for them
you are you're a star
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up napalm
I got my man Dee deejayin on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we here like last year
Rhyme
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler Physical 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 to get outta here
Seems like the is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got Tee, Aladdin and Islam)
What, the police,
I knew had happened
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...