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

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

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

[ ROUND 1: Mac ]
get it straight for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid
On the party track I'm cold
But the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin and punks are gettin ripped
I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye

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

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

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

[ ROUND 1: ]
stallion, knockin on concrete walls
Standin tall, rappers in my face, they
Stutter, softer melted butter
no other word, go ask your mother
Hard solid as your ( ? )
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, cash
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 principal and 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 stairs and say a rhyme dope
Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton
Wanted by the F.B.I. for of
Sucker MC's the Syndicate borders
No, they can't give me no time, cause my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one

[ ROUND 1: ]
Everlast is in effect 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 believe it, quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer 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 lost out and admit
That the beat's too fast, 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 ain't enough, sit till we're done

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

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

[ 2: Randy 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 convinced
Strapped for the attack Mac is rollin
The mic, the mixer, the show is stolen
The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? )
Watch girl, cause I stick 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 it's
Enough to see me and showin
Go psycho backs like bolo
me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I ya like a hitman
And come out with the ( ? )
Rockin on a rappin
In control of the

[ 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 with my baseball bat
one rap brought 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 crack

[ 2: Bronx Style Bob ]
Back and I'm statin the
I know you're for a rap
To make you get up and start to
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) style
More bounce to the and trizzy to the file
'79 the time I was
To get smooth and that I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo, ice-cube
Cause we got the gats and knack to see the top billin

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

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

[ ROUND 2: Tee ]
a partner and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm to rock for you once more
I worry about what he said or she said
As long as what's said-said is in my bed
The Committee's on my side
And I'm knowledge on a natural high
And I'm strong
Yo, take this mic and get the on

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

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason bustin these raps are what?
To make all you wack shut up
You're buyin rap records jammin def beats
dissin rap artists 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 Howard [Name], you played this sport
But you're always talkin mess bout how it should be
And we ask to hear your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros
We're the MC's that cold be the mic
You may be good but no one better
We you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater
Fight dirty in the pit when is on
We always attack before attacked

[ OUTRO: ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man Everlast in the
it up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango be here
But we to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are a star
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we outta here last year
Rhyme
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Styler ]
Divine with Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx 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
like 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 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...