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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Syndicate with me
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you 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 Shaquel is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC Taste is in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick party up, is that alright?

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

[ 1: Randy Mac ]
get it straight for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is a stupid grip
On the party I'm cold lampin
But when the rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
The Mac is records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's 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 player on a solo flight
Lookin down on MC's full of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap through ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a fame
In the game things'll be the same
Because money changes

[ ROUND 1: D ]
Once again at you hyper
Donald D the Sniper
Strangler, Charles Manson
No matter what killer I mention, dancin
_Five Fingers Of Death_, Of Fury_
St. Day Massacre on a jury
convict me for kickin black on wax
I the street 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 live my life like a big
Get drunk, act an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the and hip-hop
Suckers get loud, I em
I ( ? )
I'm Bronx Bob, the beats and I'm ( ? )

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

[ 1: Shaquel Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cold
On the mic Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord, the
with the Syndicate posse
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 mountain top with just one
Get to the top of the stairs and say a that's dope
Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for of
MC's across the Syndicate borders
No, they give me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get for me one time

[ 1: Everlast ]
is in effect gettin 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 gotta see it to it, it's quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic that's fully equipped

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

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

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

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, a mystery
I drop science for the 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, then the show is
The pimp, the player, ( ? ) kicker
Watch your girl, cause I her

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man will rap I'm playin the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I think loud
Enough to see me flowin and
Go breakin backs like bolo
me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a
And out kickin 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, now there's a rat
I'm on the attack with my bat
That one rap many of us back
All through my house I set up
It seem the rats have a map
But nowadays I don't how to act
So now I feed the rats

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

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

[ 2: Shaquel Shabazz ]
Wake up it's to be noticed
I'ma do this, I'm gonna show
Beat to be
in the house, let's get radical
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 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 Committee's on my side
And I'm kickin knowledge on a high
And I'm feeling
Yo, take this mic and get the on

[ 2: Everlast ]
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 no bombs or guns
Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns
Sentences and phrases, no or razors
No mercy for a sucker that
War, take the floor, even the score
the microphone and proceed to roar

[ 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
talk but they - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you grabbed a grip
your clan cause we're about to trip
Bass reflex, the kicks that drive,
The weak from the ( ? ) can't survive

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason we're bustin raps are what?
To all you wack MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap records def beats
Then dissin rap out in the streets
You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be
But you never near a studio in your life
You see, is your last resort
You're like [Name], you never played this sport
But you're always talkin 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 be doggin the mic
You may be good but there's no one
We rock you so cold, you a cashmere sweater
Fight in the pit when combat is on
We always attack attacked upon

[ OUTRO: ]
Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in
We it up
I got my man Everlast in the
Tossin it up,
Kid Jazz and couldn't be here
But we to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are you're a
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up 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 year
Rhyme
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 with Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone King Donald D the notorious,

[ Style Bob ]
This is Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

[ ]
Yo
So we to get outta here
like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, 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 what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for bail, buddy
We got to go do work, man...