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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate me
We about to tear stuff up, y'all good?
Yo, what the hell y'all do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the to be, what 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 Style Bob is in the house, what you do? (Party!)
is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the place to be, you wanna 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 is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm to kick this party up, is that alright?

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

[ ROUND 1: Mac ]
Let's get it for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid
On the party I'm cold lampin
But the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
The Mac is cuttin records and are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, the lyrics like a drive-by
You sleep? Well, it's 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 player on a solo flight
Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and
I slam dunk a rap through ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a fame
In the things'll never be the same
Because changes everything

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

[ ROUND 1: Bronx Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a of existence
Cause when you die, a past tense
So I to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an
I the rock'n 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 ]
stallion, knockin on concrete walls
Standin tall, rappers in my face, stall
Stutter, than melted butter
There's no other word, go ask mother
solid as your city ( ? )
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and
Strollin with a limp
Flyer any big city pimp

[ ROUND 1: Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shaquel
Supreme, the Lord, the
with the Syndicate posse
It's you we without a tool
in effect, it's time to school
I'm the principal and 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 rhyme dope
Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a banger
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate
No, they can't give me no time, cause my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one

[ 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
Left and right, day and
You gotta see it to it, it's quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer that's equipped

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

[ ROUND 1: Divine ]
scorned, you act obedient
Tired of your fish rhyme ( ? )
Black on black while ( ? )
( ? ) of brothers that's be
Circlin cyphers into
over your space, that's illogical
The chords on a board with 24 tracks
Get away the break ( ? ) gotta rap

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

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
and wisdom, it's a mystery
I drop science for the ones who it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it makes
I ain't conceited, I'm just
Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is
The mic, the mixer, then the is stolen
The pimp, the player, ( ? ) kicker
your girl, cause I stick her

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man will rap when I'm playin the
think my stage presence is low, I think it's loud
Enough to see me and showin
Go psycho backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I ya like a hitman
And come out kickin the ( ? )
on a rappin rampage
In control of the

[ 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 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 feed the rats

[ 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 prove that I can rock a rhyme
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 worth less than piss
can all come kiss the tip
Of my when I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers that around jockin
On my tip when on the radio my be rockin
Don't come frontin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain't

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

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
Grab a and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm back to rock for you once
I don't worry about what he or she said
As long as said-said is done-done in my bed
The Committee's on my side
And I'm kickin on a natural high
And I'm feeling
Yo, take mic and get the party on

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

[ ROUND 2: MC ]
Are y'all set, all prepared to
Move in close cause here comes the part
By the way, I'm the Taste, if
Could talk but they - but here go the
Brace yourself, you shoulda 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 ]
housin all competition
We paralyze a powerful vision
But savage ignorants pop that's listen
is ( ? ) no time for style
And I your grey matter with a smile
Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of
The knack - black

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

[ Ice-T ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man in the house
it up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be
But we gon' to' it up for them
Wherever you are a star
Syndicate blowin up like napalm
I got my man Dee deejayin on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we outta here like last
Rhyme
We gotta do it like the alphabet and ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine Styler with Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx 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 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...