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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My is MC Ice-T
I got the Syndicate with me
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Bronx Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
My man is in the place 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, come on, you wanna do? (Party!)
And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
My man Divine is in the house, you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
Yo yo, I'm about to this party up, is that alright?

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

[ 1: Randy Mac ]
Let's get it for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid
On the party I'm cold lampin
But when the rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin
Gangster I am, the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, lights out, beddy-bye

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

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

[ ROUND 1: Style Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a piece of
when you die, you'se a past tense
So I like to my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act an animal
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 ( ? )

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

[ ROUND 1: Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shaquel
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down the Syndicate posse
It's you we 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 one rope
Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme dope
Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton
by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker across the Syndicate borders
No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my
Everlast, get for me one time

[ ROUND 1: ]
Everlast is in gettin big respect
I collect big checks
1's, 5's, and 20's
A 100 g's and I'm pullin
and right, day and night
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

[ ROUND 1: MC ]
Y'all played right 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 enough, sit down till we're done

[ ROUND 1: Styler ]
Syndicate scorned, you act
Tired of your rhyme ( ? ) ingredients
on black while styles ( ? )
( ? ) of brothers gotta be
Circlin cyphers into
Takin over your space, illogical
The chords on a board with 24 tracks
Get from the break ( ? ) gotta rap

[ ROUND 2: ]
Syndicate 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 the roof down
and the syndicate underground
No selll-outs, cause it's caps we
Girls we love em, and shows we em

[ ROUND 2: Mac ]
Knowledge and wisdom, a mystery
I drop science for the who know it's 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
Watch girl, cause I stick her

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

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

[ ROUND 2: Style Bob ]
and I'm statin the fact
I you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up and to clap
For Bob, a ( ? ) Syndicate style
More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the
'79 the I was inclined
To get smooth and prove I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo, ice-cube
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 come the tip
Of my knob when I aim I don't
Aim it to suckers come around jockin
On my tip when on the my recors be rockin
Don't frontin askin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain't

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

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
a partner and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm 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 feeling
Yo, this mic and get the party on

[ 2: Everlast ]
This is mortal combat, there ain't no
You're tryin to get with me but you don't where I'm at
Cause in this world there's no bombs or
Just a microphone, metaphors, words and
and phrases, no clubs or razors
No for a sucker that wages
War, take 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 but they - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you grabbed a grip
your clan cause we're about to trip
Bass reflex, the kicks that drive,
The weak from the rest ( ? ) survive

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
The we're bustin these raps are what?
To all you wack MC's shut up
always buyin rap records jammin def beats
Then rap artists out in the streets
You always say our are wack but yours'll be tight
But you never been near a studio in your
You see, disrespect is last resort
You're Howard [Name], you never played this sport
But you're always talkin mess bout how it 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 good but there's no one
We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere
Fight in the pit when combat is on
We always attack attacked upon

[ OUTRO: ]
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 anyhow
Wherever you are you're a
Syndicate blowin up like napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we here like last year
Rhyme
We gotta do it the alphabet and a-b-c ya

[ ]

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

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler with Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone Donald D the notorious, yeah

[ Bronx 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
Seems like the is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)
What, the police,
I knew somethin had
I was why King Tee missed the party, man
Yo Mac, you got some money?
(Aw, you what time it is, man
I got...)
Yeah, for bail, buddy
We got to go do work, man...