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

[ Ice-T ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My name is MC
I got the Rhyme with me
We to tear stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, you wanna 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, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
Yo, is in the house, come on, what 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 about to this party up, is that alright?

[ 1: Ice-T ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down, you gotta to me
You wanna get in? Put a head out
Sound a hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob nothin but hardened crooks
You try to diss, your butt is on a hook
Want 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 a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold
But when the Syndicate I be jackin
You thought I fell off, I ain't even
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are 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 Jordan, a team player on a solo flight
Lookin down on MC's full of fright and fear
I slam a rap through their ear to hear
Heureka! I just a platinum fame
In the game things'll never be the
Because money changes

[ 1: Donald D ]
Once again at you hyper
Donald D the Syndicate
Boston Strangler, Manson
No what killer I mention, keep dancin
Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_
St. Day Massacre on a jury
convict me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street with a axe

[ ROUND 1: Style Bob ]
Life ain't nothin but a piece of
Cause when you die, you'se a past
So I like to my life like 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, the beats and I'm ( ? )

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

[ ROUND 1: Shaquel ]
Gold, girls, cash
On the mic Shaquel
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down with the posse
It's you we rule without a
in effect, it's time to school
I'm the and knowledge 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
I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton
Wanted by the F.B.I. for of
Sucker MC's the Syndicate borders
No, they can't give me no time, cause it's my
Everlast, get for me one time

[ 1: Everlast ]
Everlast is in effect big respect
Then I big checks
1's, 5's, 10's and
A 100 g's and I'm honeys
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 that's equipped

[ 1: MC Taste ]
Y'all played yourselves right in of the mic
Moved your body so that the was right
But if you get scream out and admit
That the beat's too fast, it down or I quit
I'm not the to give 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 down till we're

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

[ ROUND 2: ]
Syndicate growin, goin out of control
You say we're weak? record's shippin gold
Power, strength, my got unity
We together and we're soon to be
In your town, we gonna the roof down
Ice-T and the syndicate
No selll-outs, cause it's we peelin
Girls we love em, and shows we em

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

[ 2: Nat The Cat ]
Nat The Cat, my man will rap I'm playin the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's
to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho backs like bolo
Give me the mic, a ignite
I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a
And come out with the ( ? )
on a rappin rampage
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 attack my baseball bat
That one rap brought of us back
All my house I set up traps
It seem like the have a map
But nowadays I know how to act
So now I feed the rats

[ ROUND 2: Style Bob ]
and I'm statin the fact
I you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up and start to
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) style
bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file
'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 worth less than piss
Suckers can all come the tip
Of my knob I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers that come around
On my tip on the radio my recors be rockin
Don't frontin askin me for a pound
You ain't invited you simply ain't down

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

[ 2: Toddy Tee ]
a partner and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm back to rock for you once
I don't worry about he said or she said
As as what's 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 ]
is mortal combat, there ain't 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 clubs or
No mercy for a sucker wages
War, I'll take the floor, even the
Grab the microphone and to roar

[ 2: MC Taste ]
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 go the facts
Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a
Protect clan cause we're about to trip
Bass reflex, the that drive, divide
The weak from the rest ( ? ) can't

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

[ 2: Ice-T ]
The we're bustin these raps are what?
To make all you MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap records def beats
dissin rap artists out in the streets
You always say our jams are but yours'll be tight
But you never been near a studio in your
You see, is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never this sport
But you're always talkin mess bout how it be done
And we ask to hear your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros
the MC's that cold 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 before attacked

[ OUTRO: ]
Yeah, Syndicate, we in here
We it up
I got my man Everlast in the
Tossin it up,
Kid Jazz and Bango be here
But we gon' to' it up for them
Wherever you are a star
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we outta like last year
Syndicate
We gotta do it like the alphabet and ya

[ ]

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

[ Divine ]
Divine Styler with Physical Poets, out

[ D ]
Microphone King Donald D the notorious,

[ Bronx Bob ]
This is Style Bob...

[ ]
Nat The Cat, boy

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

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