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

[ INTRO: ]
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, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you 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, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you do? (Party!)
And MC Taste is in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
My man is in the house, what 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 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 hardened
You try to diss, your is on a meat 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 clockin a grip
On the track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate I be jackin
You I fell off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a
You wanna sleep? Well, lights out, beddy-bye

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Notorious Asiatic, tough,
A power
above 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 their ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a platinum
In the game things'll never be the
Because money everything

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

[ ROUND 1: Style Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a of existence
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 rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
get loud, I drop em
I ( ? )
I'm Bronx Bob, bring the and I'm ( ? )

[ ROUND 1: ]
Black stallion, on concrete walls
Standin tall, in my face, they stall
Stutter, than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask 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

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

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

[ ROUND 1: ]
Everlast is in effect gettin big
Then I collect big
1's, 5's, and 20's
A 100 g's and I'm pullin
Left and right, day and
You gotta see it to believe it, it's a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer that's fully

[ 1: MC Taste ]
Y'all played yourselves right in of the mic
your body so that the feelin was right
But if you get lost scream out and
That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I
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 we're done

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

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

[ 2: Randy Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, a mystery
I drop 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 attack Randy Mac is
The mic, the mixer, then the show is
The pimp, the player, hustler ( ? )
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 presence is low, I think it's loud
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho breakin like bolo
Give me the mic, a ignite
I break on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
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, cause now a rat
I'm on the attack with my 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 know how to act
So now I the rats crack

[ 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 ( ? ) Syndicate style
More bounce to the and trizzy to the file
'79 the time I was
To get smooth and prove I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo, chillin
Cause we got the gats and knack to see the top billin

[ ROUND 2: ]
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 when on the radio my recors be
Don't come frontin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain't

[ ROUND 2: Shaquel ]
up it's time to be noticed
I'ma do this, I'm gonna this
Beat to be
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 roar

[ 2: Toddy 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 what's 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
tryin to get with me but you don't know where I'm at
Cause in this there's no bombs or guns
Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns
Sentences and phrases, no clubs or
No mercy for a sucker wages
War, I'll take the floor, even the
Grab the microphone and to roar

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason we're these raps are what?
To all you wack MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap jammin def beats
Then dissin rap artists out in the
You always say our jams are wack but be tight
But you never been a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your last
You're like Howard [Name], you never played this
But you're talkin mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear record you never made one
So this message goes to and pros alike
We're the MC's that be doggin the mic
You may be good but no one better
We you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater
Fight in the pit when combat is on
We always attack before attacked

[ Ice-T ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man in the house
Tossin it up,
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be
But we gon' to' it up for them
Wherever you are you're a
Rhyme Syndicate up like 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
Syndicate
We gotta do it the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine Styler with Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone King D the notorious, yeah

[ Style Bob ]
is Bronx Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

[ ]
Yo
So we bout to get outta
Seems like the 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...