Party! Okay party people in the house [Intro IceT] Yo, yo, in the place to be My name is MC IceT I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, yall feel good? Yo, what the hell yall wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? Party! Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? Party! Nat The Cat, youre in the house tonight, what you wanna do? Party! Donald D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? Party! Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? Party! HenGee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? Party! My man Shaquel is in the place to be, what you wanna do? Party! Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? Party! Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? Party! And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you wanna do? Party! My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? Party! Yo yo, Im about to kick this party up, is that alright? [Round 1 IceT] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a suckers head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate mob aint nothin but hardened crooks You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook Want some of me? Youre on a mission Bad move, you end up missin [Round 1 Randy Mac] Lets get it straight for the 89 tip Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip On the party track Im cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I aint even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a driveby You wanna sleep? Well, its lights out, beddybye [Round 1 Nat The Cat] Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented A power entertainer Catapultin above the top Nat The Cat, too swift to be stopped Im like Jordan, a team player on a solo flight Lookin down on MCs faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Eureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game thingsll never be the same Because money changes everything [Round 1 Donald D] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin Five Fingers Of Death, Fists Of Fury St. Valentines Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax I walk the street with a battle axe [Round 1 Bronx Style Bob] Life aint nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, yous a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act like an animal I like the rocknroll, the funk, the jazz and hiphop Suckers get loud, I drop em I like [?] Fab Five Im Bronx Bob, bring the beats and Im live [Round 1 HenGee] Black stallion, knockin on concrete walls Standin tall, rappers in my face, they stall Stutter, softer than melted butter Theres no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city sidewalk Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [Round 1 Shaquel Shabazz] Gold, girls, cold cash On the mic Shaquel Shabazz Supreme, the Lord, the God Down with the Syndicate posse Its you we rule without a tool Mathematics in effect, its time to school Im the principal and knowledge is the key Shaquel in the place to be [Round 1 Toddy Tee] I climb a mountain top with just one rope Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme thats dope Cause Im a cliffhanger, no, I aint a stranger Yo, Im Toddy Tee, and Im a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of Sucker MCs across the Syndicate borders No, they cant give me no time, cause its my rhyme Everlast, get funky for me one time [Round 1 Everlast] Everlast is in effect gettin big respect Then I collect big checks 1s, 5s, 10s and 20s A 100 gs and Im pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, its quite a sight Theyre all on the tip to get a sip Of this poetic performer thats fully equipped [Round 1 MC Taste] Yall played yourselves right in front of the mic Moved your body so that the feelin was right But if you get lost scream out and admit That the beats too fast, slow it down or I quit Im not the kind to give you a call To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 If that aint enough, sit down till were done [Round 1 Divine Styler] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient Tired of your fish rhyme [?] ingredients Black on black while styles [provide?] [?] of brothers thats gotta be Circlin cyphers into molecules Takin over your space, thats illogical The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks Get away from the break [?] gotta rap [Round 2 IceT] Syndicate posse growin, goin out of control You say were weak? This records shippin gold Power, strength, my posse got unity We stick together and were soon to be In your town, we gonna bring the roof down IceT and the syndicate underground No sellouts, cause its caps we peelin Girls we love em, and shows we steal em [Round 2 Randy Mac] Knowledge and wisdom, its a mystery I drop science for the ones who know its me You say Im dope, cool, it makes sense I aint conceited, Im just convinced Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen The pimp, the player, hustler ass kicker Watch your girl, cause I stick her [Round 2 Nat The Cat] Nat The Cat, my man will rap when Im playin the back Some think my stage presence is low, I think its loud Enough to see me flowin and showin Go psycho breakin backs like bolo Give me the mic, a metamorphis ignite I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman And come out kickin with the [?] Rockin on a rappin rampage In control of the stage [Round 2 Donald D] Theres a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat The cat ran away, so now theres a rat Im on the attack with my baseball bat That one rat brought many others back All through my house I set up traps It seem like the rats have a map But, nowadays I dont know how to act So, now, I feed the rats crack [Round 2 Bronx Style Bob] Back and Im statin the fact I know youre waitin for a rap To make you get up and start to clap For Bob, a Bronx [?] Syndicate style More bounce to the ounce and tizzy to the file 79 the time I was inclined To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme Hey, yo, icecube chillin Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin [Round 2 HenGee] Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist Dont hang out with suckers worth less than piss Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my nine when I aim I dont miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my records be rockin Dont come frontin askin me for a pound If yall aint invited means you simply aint down [Round 2 Shaquel Shabazz] Wake up its time to be noticed Ima do this, Im gonna show this Beat to be mathematical Syndicates in the house, lets get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicates chilllin out tonight They let me loose, and now its war Bust the mix and let the rhymes roar [Round 2 Toddy Tee] Grab a partner and hit the dance floor Cause Im back to rock for you once more I dont worry about what he said or she said As long as whats saidsaid is donedone in my bed The Juvenile Committees on my side And Im kickin knowledge on a natural high And Im feeling strong Yo, take this mic and get the party on [Round 2 Everlast] This is mortal combat, there aint no comeback Youre tryin to get with me but you dont know where Im at Cause in this world theres no bombs or guns Just a microphone, metaphors, words and puns Sentences and phrases, no clubs or razors No mercy for a sucker that wages War, Ill take the floor, even the score Grab the microphone and proceed to roar [Round 2 MC Taste] Are yall set, all prepared to start Move in close cause here comes the dope part By the way, Im the Taste, if tracks Could talk but they but here go the facts Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip Protect your clan cause were about to trip Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide The weak from the rest [?] cant survive [Round 2 Divine Styler] Syndicates housin all competition We paralyze a physical powerful vision But savage ignorant pop thats ignorant listen Divine is [?] no time for style And I rock your grey matter with a smile Cause Im the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor The knack stylistic black [Round 2 IceT] The reason were bustin these raps are what? To make all you wack MCs shut up Youre always buyin rap records jammin def beats Then dissin rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yoursll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your last resort Youre like Howard Cosell, you never played this sport But youre always talkin mess bout how it should be done And when we ask to hear your record you never made one So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike Were the MCs that cold be doggin the mic You may be good but theres no one better We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater Fight dirty in the pit when combat is on We always attack before attacked upon [Outro IceT] Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here We tossin it up I got my man Everlast in the house Tossin it up, you know what Im sayin ? Kid Jazz and Bango couldnt be here But we gon to it up for them anyhow Wherever you are youre a star Rhyme Syndicate blowin up like napalm I got my man Chilly Dee deejayin on the set And the one and only DJ EvilE, we in here Yo, we outta here like last year Rhyme Syndicate We gotta do it like the alphabet and ABC ya! Yeah [Everlast] Everlast, Everlast in full effect Wheres my gold record? Wheres my record? Wheres my record? [Divine Styler] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out [Donald D] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [Bronx Style Bob] This is Bronx Style Bob... [IceT] Nat The Cat, boy [Randy Mac] Randy Mac One in a million on your back, boy [IceT] Yo So we bout to get outta here Seems like the police is outside, man Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King Tee missed the party, man Yo Randy Mac, you got some money? Aw, you know what time it is, man I got... Yeah, for some bail, buddy We got to go do some work, man...
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