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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My name is MC
I got the Rhyme with me
We about to tear stuff up, y'all good?
Yo, the hell 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, what you do? (Party!)
is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the place to be, what you 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 place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to this party up, is that alright?

[ ROUND 1: ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme
You say you be down, you gotta talk to me
You wanna get in? Put a head out
Sound a hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but crooks
You try to diss, your is on a meat hook
Want of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up

[ 1: Randy Mac ]
get it straight 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 thought I fell off, I ain't slipped
The Mac is records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, lights out, beddy-bye

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Notorious Asiatic, tough,
A power
Catapultin 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 of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap through ear to hear
Heureka! I struck a platinum fame
In the game never be the same
Because changes everything

[ ROUND 1: D ]
Once again at you hyper
Donald D the Sniper
Boston Strangler, Manson
No matter killer I mention, keep dancin
_Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of
St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a
Wanna convict me for kickin on wax
I the street with a battle axe

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

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

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

[ ROUND 1: Tee ]
I climb a 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 Compton
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker across the Syndicate borders
No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my
Everlast, get funky for me one

[ ROUND 1: ]
is in effect gettin big respect
Then I collect big
1's, 5's, 10's and
A 100 g's and I'm pullin
Left and right, day and
You see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of poetic performer that's fully equipped

[ 1: MC Taste ]
Y'all played yourselves in front of the mic
Moved your body so 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 that I lead, so I
I you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that enough, sit down till we're done

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
posse growin, goin out of control
You say we're weak? record's shippin gold
Power, strength, my got unity
We stick and we're soon to be
In town, we gonna bring the roof down
and the syndicate underground
No selll-outs, cause it's we peelin
Girls we love em, and we steal em

[ 2: Randy Mac ]
and wisdom, it's a mystery
I drop 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 Mac is rollin
The mic, the mixer, the show is stolen
The pimp, the player, ( ? ) kicker
Watch your girl, I stick her

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man rap when I'm playin the back
Some think my presence is low, I think it's loud
Enough to see me flowin and
Go psycho breakin like bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphis
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a
And out kickin with 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 my baseball bat
That one rap brought of us back
All through my I set up traps
It like the rats have a map
But I don't know how to act
So now I the rats crack

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

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

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

[ ROUND 2: Tee ]
Grab a partner and hit the
Cause I'm back to rock for you once
I worry about what he said or she said
As long as said-said is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile Committee's on my
And I'm kickin knowledge on a natural
And I'm feeling
Yo, this mic and get the party on

[ 2: Everlast ]
This is mortal combat, there no comeback
You're tryin to get with me but you don't where I'm at
Cause in this there's no bombs or guns
a microphone, metaphors, words and puns
Sentences and phrases, no or razors
No for a sucker that wages
War, take the floor, even the score
Grab the and proceed to roar

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The we're bustin these raps are what?
To all you wack MC's shut up
You're buyin rap records jammin def beats
Then rap artists out in the streets
You always say our jams are wack but be tight
But you never been near a studio in life
You see, disrespect is last resort
You're like [Name], you never played this 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
the MC's that cold be doggin the mic
You may be but there's no one better
We rock you so cold, you need a sweater
Fight dirty in the pit when is on
We always attack before upon

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

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine with Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone King D the notorious, yeah

[ 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 the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got Tee, Aladdin and Islam)
What, the police,
I somethin 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...