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

[ INTRO: ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme with me
We to tear 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, you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Bronx Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC Taste is in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm to kick this party up, is that alright?

[ ROUND 1: ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate spree
You say you wanna be down, you talk 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, your 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 a stupid grip
On the party track I'm lampin
But when the rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I even slipped
The Mac is records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Notorious Asiatic, tough,
A entertainer
above the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a team on a solo flight
Lookin down on MC's faces 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

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

[ ROUND 1: Bronx Bob ]
Life ain't but a piece of existence
Cause you die, you'se a past tense
So I like to live my life 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, bring the and I'm ( ? )

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

[ ROUND 1: Shabazz ]
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, time to school
I'm the principal and is the key
in the place to be

[ ROUND 1: Tee ]
I climb a mountain top with one rope
Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme that's
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

[ 1: Everlast ]
is in effect gettin big respect
Then I collect big
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 believe it, quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer fully equipped

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

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
Syndicate posse growin, out of control
You say we're weak? This record's shippin
Power, strength, my got unity
We stick together and we're to be
In town, we gonna bring the roof down
and the syndicate underground
No selll-outs, cause it's 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 know me
You say I'm dope, cool, it makes
I conceited, I'm just convinced
Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is
The mic, the mixer, the show is stolen
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 my stage presence is low, I think it's loud
Enough to see me flowin and
Go breakin backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a metamorphis
I down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman
And come out kickin the ( ? )
Rockin on a rappin
In control of the

[ ROUND 2: D ]
a mouse in my house, so I bought 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 my house I set up traps
It like the rats have a map
But nowadays I know how to act
So now I feed the rats

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

[ 2: Hen-Gee ]
Impressionalist, not a
hang out with suckers worth less than piss
Suckers can all kiss the tip
Of my knob when I aim I miss
Aim it to suckers come 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 down

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

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
Grab a and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm back to for you once more
I don't worry about 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 knowledge on a high
And I'm strong
Yo, take this mic and get the on

[ ROUND 2: ]
This is mortal combat, 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 for a sucker that wages
War, I'll the floor, even the score
Grab the microphone and to roar

[ 2: MC Taste ]
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 - 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 the rest ( ? ) can't survive

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

[ 2: Ice-T ]
The reason we're these raps are what?
To make all you wack shut up
You're always buyin rap records jammin def
dissin rap artists out in the streets
You say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight
But you been near a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your last
You're like Howard [Name], you played this sport
But always talkin mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your record you never one
So message goes to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's that be doggin the mic
You may be but there's no one better
We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere
Fight dirty in the pit when is on
We always before attacked upon

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

[ ]

Everlast in effect
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 ]
This is Bronx Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

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