Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
[Intro: Ice-T]
Yo, yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good?
Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Nat The Cat, you're 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!)
Hen-Gee 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, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright?
[Round 1: Ice-T]
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 sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin' but hardened crooks
You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin'
[Round 1: Randy Mac]
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is clockin' a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin'
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin'
You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin' records and punks are gettin' ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out, beddy-bye
[Round 1: Nat The Cat]
Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented
A power entertainer
Catapultin' above the top
Nat The Cat, too swift to be stopped
I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo flight
Lookin' down on MC's 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 things'll 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. Valentine's 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 ain't nothin' but a piece of existence
'Cause when you die, you's a past tense
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal
I like the rock'n'roll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get loud, I drop 'em
I like [?] Fab Five
I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'm live
[Round 1: Hen-Gee]
Black stallion, knockin' on concrete walls
Standin' tall, rappers in my face, they stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's 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 G-o-d
Down with the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect, it's time to school
I'm 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 that's dope
'Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger
Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
No, they can't give me no time, 'cause it's my rhyme
Everlast, get funky for me one time
[Round 1: Everlast]
Everlast is in effect gettin' big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's, 5's, 10's and 20's
A 100 g's and I'm pullin' honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight
They're all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped
[Round 1: MC Taste]
Y'all 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 beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit
I'm 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 ain't enough, sit down till we're done
[Round 1: Divine Styler]
Syndicate scorned, you act obedient
Tired of your fish rhyme [?] ingredients
Black on black while styles [provide?]
[?] of brothers that's gotta be
Circlin' cyphers into molecules
Takin' over your space, that's illogical
The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks
Get away from the break [?] gotta rap
[Round 2: Ice-T]
Syndicate posse growin', goin' out of control
You say we're weak? This record's shippin' gold
Power, strength, my posse got unity
We stick together and we're soon to be
In your town, we gonna bring the roof down
Ice-T and the syndicate underground
No sell-outs, 'cause it's caps we peelin'
Girls we love 'em, and shows we steal 'em
[Round 2: Randy Mac]
Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery
I drop science for the ones who know it's me
You say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense
I ain't conceited, I'm 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 I'm playin' the back
Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's 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 hit-man
And come out kickin' with the [?]
Rockin' on a rappin' rampage
In control of the stage
[Round 2: Donald D]
There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away, so now there's a rat
I'm 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 don't know how to act
So, now, I feed the rats crack
[Round 2: Bronx Style Bob]
Back and I'm statin' the fact
I know you're 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, ice-cube chillin'
'Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin'
[Round 2: Hen-Gee]
Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist
Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss
Suckers can all come kiss the tip
Of my nine when I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers that come around jockin'
On my tip when on the radio my records be rockin'
Don't come frontin' askin' me for a pound
If y'all ain't invited means you simply ain't down
[Round 2: Shaquel Shabazz]
Wake up it's time to be noticed
I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this
Beat to be mathematical
Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical
Bum rush the show and grab the mic
Syndicate's chilllin' out tonight
They let me loose, and now it's war
Bust the mix and let the rhymes roar
[Round 2: Toddy Tee]
Grab a partner and hit the dance floor
'Cause I'm back to rock for you once more
I don't worry about what he said or she said
As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile Committee's on my side
And I'm kickin' knowledge on a natural high
And I'm feeling strong
Yo, take this mic and get the party on
[Round 2: Everlast]
This is mortal combat, there ain't no comeback
You're tryin' to get with me but you don't know where I'm at
'Cause in this world there's 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, I'll take the floor, even the score
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
[Round 2: MC Taste]
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close 'cause here comes the dope part
By the way, I'm the Taste, if tracks
Could talk but they - but here go the facts
Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip
Protect your clan 'cause we're about to trip
Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide
The weak from the rest [?] can't survive
[Round 2: Divine Styler]
Syndicate's housin' all competition
We paralyze a physical powerful vision
But savage ignorant pop that's ignorant listen
Divine is [?] no time for style
And I rock your grey matter with a smile
'Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor
The knack - stylistic black
[Round 2: Ice-T]
The reason we're bustin' these raps are what?
To make all you wack MC's shut up
You're always buyin' rap records jammin' def beats
Then dissin' rap artists out in the streets
You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight
But you never been near a studio in your life
You see, disrespect is your last resort
You're like Howard Cosell, you never played this sport
But you're 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
We're the MC's that cold be doggin' the mic
You may be good but there's 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: Ice-T]
Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here
We tossin' it up
I got my man Everlast in the house
Tossin' it up, you know what I'm sayin' ?
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here
But we gon' to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are you're a star
Rhyme Syndicate blowin' up like napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee deejayin' on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here
Yo, we outta here like last year
Rhyme Syndicate
We gotta do it like the alphabet and A-B-C ya!
Yeah
[Everlast]
Everlast, Everlast in full effect
Where's my gold record?
Where's my record?
Where's 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...
[Ice-T]
Nat The Cat, boy
[Randy Mac]
Randy Mac
One in a million on your back, boy
[Ice-T]
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...
