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Party!
(Okay party people in the house) --> MC Ricky Rick

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Syndicate with me
We about to stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Mac in the place 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!)
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, on, what you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you 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?

[ ROUND 1: ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate spree
You say you wanna be down, you talk 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 crooks
You try to diss, your butt is on a hook
Want some of me? on a mission
Bad move, you end up

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

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Asiatic, tough, talented
A power
above the top
Nat The Cat, too swift to be
I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo
down on MC's faces full of fright and fear
I dunk a rap through their ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a fame
In the game things'll never be the
Because money everything

[ ROUND 1: D ]
again comin at you hyper
Donald D the Sniper
Boston Strangler, Manson
No matter what killer I mention, keep
_Five Fingers Of Death_, Of Fury_
St. Valentine's Day on a jury
Wanna convict me for black on wax
I walk the street with a axe

[ ROUND 1: Style Bob ]
Life ain't 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 an animal
I the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get loud, I em
I ( ? )
I'm Bob, bring the beats and I'm ( ? )

[ ROUND 1: ]
Black stallion, knockin on walls
Standin tall, in my face, they stall
Stutter, softer than melted
There's no other word, go ask mother
Hard solid as your ( ? )
in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk
Strollin a slight limp
Flyer than any big pimp

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

[ 1: Toddy Tee ]
I climb a mountain top with 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 Toddy Tee, and I'm a banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for of
Sucker MC's the Syndicate borders
No, can't give me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get for me one time

[ ROUND 1: ]
Everlast is in effect gettin big
Then I big checks
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 it, it's quite a sight
all on the tip to get a sip
Of poetic performer that's fully equipped

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

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

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

[ 2: Randy Mac ]
and wisdom, it's 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, then the is stolen
The pimp, the player, ( ? ) kicker
your girl, cause I stick her

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man rap when I'm playin the back
Some think my stage is low, I think it's loud
Enough to see me flowin and
Go psycho breakin backs bolo
me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a
And come out kickin the ( ? )
Rockin on a rampage
In of the stage

[ ROUND 2: D ]
There's a in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, cause now a rat
I'm on the with my baseball bat
That one rap brought of us back
All through my I set up traps
It seem like the rats a map
But nowadays I don't how to act
So now I the rats crack

[ ROUND 2: Bronx Bob ]
and I'm statin the fact
I know waitin 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 I was inclined
To get and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo, chillin
Cause we got the and knack to see the kids top billin

[ ROUND 2: ]
Impressionalist, not a
Don't hang out suckers worth less than piss
can all come kiss the tip
Of my when I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers that come around
On my tip when on the radio my recors be
Don't come frontin askin me for a
You invited means you simply ain't down

[ ROUND 2: Shaquel ]
Wake up it's time to be
I'ma do this, I'm show this
Beat to be
in the house, let's get radical
Bum rush the and grab the mic
Syndicate's chilllin out
let me loose and now it's war
( ? ) let the roar

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
Grab a partner and hit the
I'm back to rock for you once more
I don't worry about what he said or she
As long as said-said is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile Committee's on my
And I'm kickin 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 me but you don't know where I'm at
in this world there's no bombs or guns
Just a microphone, metaphors, and puns
and phrases, no clubs or razors
No mercy for a sucker that
War, I'll the floor, even the score
Grab the and proceed to roar

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

[ ROUND 2: Styler ]
Syndicate's housin all
We paralyze a powerful vision
But savage ignorants pop that's ignorant
is ( ? ) no time for style
And I rock your grey matter with a
Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of
The knack - stylistic

[ 2: Ice-T ]
The reason we're bustin these are what?
To make all you wack MC's up
You're always buyin rap records def beats
Then dissin rap artists out in the
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 resort
You're like Howard [Name], you played this sport
But you're always talkin mess how it should be done
And when we ask to your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and alike
the MC's that cold be doggin the mic
You may be but there's no one better
We rock you so cold, you need a sweater
dirty in the pit when combat is on
We always attack before upon

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

[ ]

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

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
King Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx Bob ]
is Bronx Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

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