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

[ INTRO: ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My name is MC
I got the Rhyme Syndicate me
We about to stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell 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!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, you wanna 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 to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC is in the place 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 this up, is that alright?

[ 1: Ice-T ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme
You say you wanna be down, you gotta to me
You wanna get in? Put a head out
Sound a little hot for you, 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 ]
Let's get it for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is clockin a grip
On the track I'm cold lampin
But the Syndicate rolls 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 lyrics like a
You sleep? Well, it's 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 like Jordan, a team on a solo flight
Lookin down on MC's full of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap through their ear to
Heureka! I just struck a platinum
In the game never be the same
Because changes everything

[ 1: Donald D ]
Once comin at you hyper
D the Syndicate Sniper
Boston Strangler, Charles
No matter what killer I mention, keep
_Five Fingers Of Death_, Of Fury_
St. Day Massacre on a jury
Wanna convict me for kickin on wax
I the street with a battle axe

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

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

[ 1: Shaquel Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down with the Syndicate
you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to
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
Sucker across the Syndicate borders
No, can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get for me one time

[ ROUND 1: ]
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
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 performer that's fully equipped

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

[ ROUND 1: Styler ]
scorned, you act obedient
Tired of your rhyme ( ? ) ingredients
on black while styles ( ? )
( ? ) of that's 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: ]
Syndicate posse growin, out of control
You say weak? This record's shippin gold
Power, strength, my posse got
We stick and we're soon to be
In town, we gonna bring the roof down
and the syndicate underground
No selll-outs, it's caps we peelin
Girls we em, and shows we steal em

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, a mystery
I drop science for the ones who it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it sense
I ain't conceited, I'm convinced
for the attack Randy 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 it's
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho breakin backs like
me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I break on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And come out kickin 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 with my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us
All through my I set up traps
It seem the rats have a map
But nowadays I don't how to act
So now I the rats crack

[ ROUND 2: Bronx Bob ]
Back and I'm statin the
I you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up and start to
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate
More bounce to the ounce and to the file
'79 the I was inclined
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 with suckers worth than piss
Suckers can all kiss the tip
Of my knob I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers that come jockin
On my tip on the radio my recors be rockin
Don't frontin askin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain't

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

[ ROUND 2: Tee ]
Grab a partner and hit the
Cause I'm back to rock for you more
I don't about what he said or she said
As long as what's is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile Committee's on my
And I'm knowledge on a natural high
And I'm strong
Yo, take mic and get the party on

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

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The reason bustin these raps are what?
To make all you wack shut up
You're always rap records jammin def beats
Then dissin rap out in the streets
You say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight
But you never been near a studio in your
You see, disrespect is last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played this
But always talkin mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your record you made one
So this message 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 before attacked

[ OUTRO: ]
Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in
We it up
I got my man in the house
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 like
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we outta like last year
Rhyme
We do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine with Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Style Bob ]
is Bronx Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

[ ]
Yo
So we bout to get outta
like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)
What, the police,
I somethin had happened
I was why King Tee missed the party, man
Yo Randy Mac, you got some
(Aw, you know what it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for bail, buddy
We got to go do work, man...