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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate me
We to tear stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the 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, you're in the 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, what you 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, you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick party up, is that alright?

[ 1: Ice-T ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate spree
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 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 ]
get it straight for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is 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 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 power
Catapultin the top
Nat The Cat, too swift to be
I'm Jordan, a team player on a solo flight
Lookin on MC's faces full of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap through their ear to
Heureka! I just struck a fame
In the game things'll never be the
money changes everything

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ 1: MC Taste ]
played yourselves right in front of the mic
Moved your body so that the feelin was
But if you get scream out and admit
That the beat's too fast, 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 till we're done

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

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

[ 2: Randy 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 convinced
Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is
The mic, the mixer, then the is stolen
The pimp, the player, ( ? ) kicker
your girl, cause I stick her

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man will rap when I'm the back
Some my stage presence is low, I think it's loud
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho breakin backs bolo
me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And out kickin with the ( ? )
Rockin on a rampage
In control of the

[ ROUND 2: D ]
There's a in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, cause now a rat
I'm on the attack my baseball bat
That one rap brought of us back
All through my house I set up
It seem the rats have a map
But I don't know how to act
So now I feed the crack

[ ROUND 2: Style Bob ]
Back and I'm the fact
I know waitin 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 I was inclined
To get and prove 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 hang out with suckers worth less than
Suckers can all come the tip
Of my knob when I aim I don't
Aim it to suckers that around jockin
On my tip when on the my recors be rockin
Don't come frontin askin me for a
You ain't invited means you ain't down

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

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
a partner and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm back to rock for you once
I don't about what he said or she said
As long as what's said-said is in my bed
The Juvenile on my side
And I'm kickin on a natural high
And I'm feeling
Yo, take this mic and get the on

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

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason we're bustin raps are what?
To make all you MC's shut up
You're always rap records jammin def beats
dissin rap artists out in the streets
You always say our are wack but yours'll be tight
But you never been near a studio in life
You see, is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never this sport
But always talkin mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear record you never made one
So message goes to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's that cold be the mic
You may be good but no one better
We rock you so cold, you a cashmere 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 Everlast in the
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 blowin up napalm
I got my man Dee deejayin on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we outta here last year
Syndicate
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, out

[ D ]
Microphone Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Style 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 the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got Tee, Aladdin 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 what it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for some bail,
We got to go do work, man...