Party

Okay party people in the house

Party

Okay party people in the house

Party

Okay party people in the house

Party

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

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

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

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

Heureka I just struck a platinum fame

In the game things'll never be the same

Because money changes everything

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 Deat 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

Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence

Cause when you die you'se 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 rolll the funk

The jazz and hip-hop

Suckers get loud I drop em

I like

I'm Bronx Bob bring the beats and I'm

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

Born in Brooklyn

Can tell by the way that I walk and talk

Strollin with a slight limp

Flyer than any big city pimp

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

I climb a mountain top with just one rope

Get to the top of the stairs

And say a rhyme that's d**e

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

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

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

Syndicate scorned you act obedient

Tired of your fish rhyme ingredients

Black on black while styles

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

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 selll-outs cause it's caps we peelin

Girls we love em

And shows we steal em

Knowledge and wisdom

It's a mystery

I drop science for the ones

Who know it's me

You say I'm d**e 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 kicker

Watch your girl cause I stick her

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 hitman

And come out kickin with the

Rockin on a rappin rampage

In control of the stage

There's a mouse in my house

So I bought a cat

The cat ran away

Cause now there's a rat

I'm on the attack with my baseball bat

That one rap brought many of us 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

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 trizzy 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

Impressionalist not a ventriloquist

Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss

Suckers can all come kiss the tip

Of my knob when I aim I don't miss

Aim it to suckers that come around jockin

On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin

Don't come frontin askin me for a pound

You ain't invited means you simply ain't down

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

Let the rhymes roar

Grab a partner and hit the dancefloor

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

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

Are y'all set all prepared to start

Move in close cause here comes the d**e 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

Syndicate's housin all competition

We paralyze a physical powerful vision

But savage ignorants pop

That's ignorant listen

Divine 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

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

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

Yeah Rhyme Syndicate

We in here

We tossin it up

I got my man Everlast in the house

Tossin it up youknowwhatimsayin

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 in full effect

Where's my gold record

Where's my record

Divine Styler with Physical Poets look out

Microphone King Donald D the notorious yeah

This is Bronx Style Bob

Nat The Cat boy

Randy Mac

One in a million on your back boy

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