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 randy mac in the place to be what you wanna do nat the cat you re in the house tonight what you wanna do donald d is in the place to be what you wanna do bronx style bob is in the house what you wanna do hen gee is in the house what you wanna do homeboy my man shaquel is in the place to be what you wanna do yo toddy tee is in the house tonight what you wanna do yo everlast is in the house come on what you wanna do and mc taste is in the place to be what you wanna do my man divine is in the house what you wanna do homeboy 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 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 eureka 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 sell 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 in full effect where s my gold record where s my 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 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 yeah for some bail buddy we got to go do some work man 