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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 tear stuff up, feel good?
Yo, what the hell wanna 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, 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 place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you do? (Party!)
And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is alright?

[ 1: Ice-T ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme
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 but hardened crooks
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 a stupid grip
On the party track I'm lampin
But when the rolls I be jackin
You thought I off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the like a drive-by
You sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Notorious Asiatic, tough,
A entertainer
Catapultin the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a team player on a flight
Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and
I slam dunk a rap their ear to hear
Heureka! I just struck a fame
In the game never be the same
money changes everything

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

[ ROUND 1: Style Bob ]
ain't nothin but a piece of existence
Cause when you die, 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
get loud, I drop em
I ( ? )
I'm Bronx Bob, the beats and I'm ( ? )

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

[ 1: Shaquel Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shaquel
Supreme, the Lord, the
with the Syndicate posse
It's you we without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's 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 Compton
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate
No, they can't me no time, cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one

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

[ ROUND 1: MC ]
Y'all played right in front of the mic
your 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 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 till 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

[ ROUND 2: ]
posse growin, goin out of control
You say weak? This record's shippin gold
Power, strength, my got unity
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 love em, and shows we em

[ ROUND 2: 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 ain't conceited, I'm convinced
Strapped for the attack Mac is rollin
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 rap when I'm playin the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's
Enough to see me and showin
Go psycho breakin like bolo
me the mic, a metamorphis ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a
And out kickin with the ( ? )
on a rappin rampage
In of the stage

[ ROUND 2: 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 of us back
All through my I set up traps
It seem like the rats a map
But I don't know how to act
So now I feed the rats

[ 2: Bronx Style Bob ]
and I'm statin the fact
I know waitin for a rap
To make you get up and to clap
For Bob, a ( ? ) Syndicate style
bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file
'79 the time I was
To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk
Hey yo, chillin
Cause we got the and knack to see the kids top billin

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

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

[ 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 on my side
And I'm kickin knowledge on a high
And I'm strong
Yo, this mic and get the party on

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

[ 2: MC Taste ]
Are y'all set, all to start
Move in close cause here comes the part
By the way, I'm the Taste, if
Could talk but they - but go the facts
Brace yourself, you grabbed a grip
Protect your cause we're about to trip
Bass reflex, the that drive, divide
The weak from the rest ( ? ) survive

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

[ 2: Ice-T ]
The reason we're bustin raps are what?
To all you wack MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap records def beats
Then dissin rap out in the streets
You say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight
But you never been a studio in your life
You see, is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played sport
But you're always talkin bout how it should be done
And when we ask to hear your record you made one
So this message goes to amateurs and 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 a cashmere sweater
dirty in the pit when combat is on
We attack before attacked upon

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

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine with Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
King 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
Seems the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, and Islam)
What, the police,
I somethin had happened
I was wonderin why King Tee the party, man
Yo Randy Mac, you got some
(Aw, you what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for bail, buddy
We got to go do work, man...