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

[ INTRO: ]
Yo yo, in the to be
My name is MC
I got the Syndicate with me
We about to stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, you wanna do? (Party!)
Donald-D is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in the place to be, what you do? (Party!)
Yo, Tee is in the house tonight, what 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 kick this party up, is that

[ ROUND 1: ]
Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme
You say you wanna be down, you gotta to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's out
Sound a hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob nothin but hardened crooks
You try to diss, butt is on a meat hook
Want of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up

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

[ 1: Nat The Cat ]
Asiatic, tough, talented
A power
above the top
Nat The Cat, too to be stopped
I'm Jordan, a team player on a solo 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 platinum
In the game things'll never be the
money changes everything

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

[ ROUND 1: Bronx Bob ]
ain't nothin but a piece of existence
Cause you die, you'se a past tense
So I like to live my life 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, bring the and I'm ( ? )

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

[ ROUND 1: Shabazz ]
Gold, girls, cold
On the mic Shabazz
Supreme, the Lord, the
Down with the posse
It's you we rule a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to
I'm the principal and is the key
in the place to be

[ ROUND 1: Tee ]
I a mountain top with just one rope
Get to the top of the stairs and say a that's dope
I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't 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, it's my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one

[ ROUND 1: ]
Everlast is in gettin big respect
Then I collect big
1's, 5's, 10's and
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 this poetic performer that's equipped

[ 1: MC Taste ]
Y'all played right in front of the mic
Moved your body so 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

[ 1: Divine Styler ]
Syndicate scorned, you act
Tired of fish rhyme ( ? ) ingredients
on black while styles ( ? )
( ? ) of brothers gotta be
Circlin cyphers molecules
Takin your space, that's illogical
The vocal on a board with 24 tracks
Get from the break ( ? ) gotta rap

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

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

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

[ 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 attack with my bat
one rap brought many of us back
All through my house I set up
It seem like the rats a map
But nowadays I don't how to act
So now I the rats crack

[ 2: Bronx Style Bob ]
and I'm statin the fact
I know waitin for a rap
To you get up and start to clap
For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate
More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the
'79 the time I was
To get smooth and that I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo, ice-cube
Cause we got the gats and knack to see the top billin

[ 2: Hen-Gee ]
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 that come around
On my tip when on the my recors be rockin
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 gonna 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 loose and now war
( ? ) let the rhymes

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

[ 2: Everlast ]
This is mortal combat, there no comeback
You're tryin to get with me but you know where I'm at
Cause in this world no bombs or guns
a microphone, metaphors, words and puns
Sentences and phrases, no or razors
No mercy for a that wages
War, take the floor, even the score
the microphone and proceed to roar

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

[ 2: Divine Styler ]
Syndicate's all competition
We a physical powerful vision
But savage ignorants pop ignorant listen
Divine is ( ? ) no for style
And I rock your matter with a smile
Cause I'm the thriller 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
always buyin rap records jammin def beats
Then dissin rap artists out in the
You always say our jams are but yours'll be tight
But you been near a studio in your life
You see, is your last resort
You're like Howard [Name], you never played this
But you're talkin mess bout how it should be done
And when we ask to your record you never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros
We're the MC's that cold be the mic
You may be good but no one better
We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere
Fight dirty in the pit 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 a star
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in
Yo, we outta here last year
Syndicate
We gotta do it like the alphabet and ya

[ ]

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

[ Styler ]
Divine Styler Physical Poets, look out

[ D ]
Microphone King 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 King Tee, and Islam)
What, the police,
I knew 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...