Kunci: C major
Verse 1
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Party!
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(Okay party people in the
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house)
Verse 2
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Yo yo, in the place to be
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My name is MC Ice- T
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I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
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We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good?
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Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate,
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tonight, what you wanna do?
(Party!)
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Randy Mac in the place to be,
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what you wanna do? (Party!)
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Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight,
Gm
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what you wanna do? (Party!)
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Donald- D is in the place to be,
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what you wanna do? (Party!)
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Gm
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what
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you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen- Gee is in the house, what you wanna do,
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My man Shaquel is in the place to be,
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what you wanna do? (Party!)
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Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight,
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what you wanna do? (Party!)
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Yo, Everlast is in the house,
Gm
come on, what you wanna do? (Party!)
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And MC Taste is in the place to be,
Gm
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what you wanna do? (Party!)
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Gm
My man Divine is in the house, what you wanna do,
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Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up,
Verse 3
MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
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You say you wanna be down,
you gotta talk to me
sucker's head out
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Sound a little hot for you,
boy? Then, toy, get out
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Syndicate mob ain't nothin
Gm
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but hardened crooks
You try to diss,
your butt is on a meat hook
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Gm
Want some of me? You're on a mis sion
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Bad move, you end up missin
Verse 4
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Let's get it straight for the '89tip
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
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On the party track I'm cold lampin
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But when the Syndicate roll
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Cm
s I be jackin
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You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped
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The Mac is cuttin records and punks
are gettin ripped
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Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive- by
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You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
beddy- bye
Verse 5
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
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Lookin down on MC's faces
full of fright and fear
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I slam dunk a rap through
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Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame
In the game things'll never
Because money changes everything
Verse 6
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Gm
Once again comin at you hyper
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Donald D the Syndicate Sniper
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Boston Strangler, Charles Manson
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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
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I walk the street with a battle axe
Verse 7
Life ain't nothin but
a piece of existence
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Cause when you die, you'se a past tense
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So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal
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I like the rock'n rolll, the funk,
Suckers get loud, I drop em
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I like
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I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'm
Verse 8
knockin on concrete walls
Standin tall, rappers in my face,
they stall
Stutter, softer than melted butter
There's no other word,
Cm
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Hard solid as your city
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can tell by the way that I walk and talk
Strollin with a slight limp
Gm
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Flyer than any big city pimp
Verse 9
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Gm
Gold, girls, cold cash
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On the mic Shaquel Shabazz
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Supreme, the Lord, the G- o- d
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Down with the Syndicate posse
Cm
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It's you we rule without a tool
it's time to school
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Shaquel in the place to be
Verse 10
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I climb a mountain top with just one rope
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Get to the top of the stairs and
say a rhyme that's dope
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Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I
ain't a stranger
and I'm a Compton banger
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Gm
Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
the Syndicate borders
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No, they can't give me no time,
cause it's my rhyme
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Everlast, get funky for me one time
Verse 11
Everlast is in effect gettin big respect
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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
Verse 12
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Gm
played yourselves right
in front of the mic
that the feelin was right
Gm
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But if you get lost scream out and admit
Gm
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That the beat's too fast,
Cm
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I'm not the kind to give you a call
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To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause
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Cm
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I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
If that ain't enough,
Verse 13
sit down till we're done
Syndicate scorned, you act obedient
Tired of your fish rhyme ingredients
Black on black while styles
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of brothers that's gotta be
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Gm
Circlin cyphers into molecules
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Takin over your space, that's illogical
a board with 24 tracks
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Get away from the break gotta rap
Verse 14
Cm
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Syndicate posse growin,
record's shippin gold
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Power, strength, my posse got unity
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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,
Verse 15
Cm
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Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery
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I drop science for the ones
who know it's me
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You say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense
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I ain't conceited, I'm just convinced
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Cm
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Strapped for the attack
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The mic, the mixer,
then the show is stolen
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The pimp, the player, hustler kicker
Watch your girl, cause I stick her
Verse 16
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
Verse 17
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There's a mouse in my house,
so I bought a cat
cause now there's a rat
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I'm on the attack with my baseball bat
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That one rap brought many of us back
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Gm
All through my house I set up traps
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It seem like the rats have a map
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But nowadays I don't know how to act
Verse 18
So now I feed the rats crack
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Back and I'm statin the fact
Gm
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I know you're waitin for a rap
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To make you get up and start to clap
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For Bob, a Bronx Syndicate style
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More bounce to the ounce and
'79 the time I was inclined
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To get smooth and prove
that I can rock a funk rhyme
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Hey yo, ice- cube chillin
Gm
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Cause we got the gats and knack to
see the kids top billin
Verse 19
Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist
Don't hang out with suckers
worth less than piss
Suckers can all come kiss the tip
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Of my knob when I aim I don't miss
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Aim it to suckers that come
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On my tip when on the radio
my recors be rockin
me for a pound
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You ain't invited means
Verse 20
you simply ain't down
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Gm
Wake up it's time to be no ticed
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I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this
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Syndicate's in the house,
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Bum rush the show and grab the mic
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Syndicate's chilllin out tonight
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They let me loose and now it's war
let the rhymes roar
Verse 21
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Grab a partner and hit the dancefloor
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Cause I'm back to rock for you once more
As long as what's said- said
The Juvenile Commit
tee's on my side
And I'm feeling strong
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Yo, take this mic and get the party on
Verse 22
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
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No mercy for a sucker that wages
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War, I'll take the floor, even the score
and proceed to roar
Verse 23
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Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close cause here
By the way, I'm the Taste, if tracks
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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
Verse 24
can't survive
Syndicate's housin all
competition
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We paralyze a physical powerful vision
that's ignorant listen
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Di vine is no time for style
matter with a smile
Cause I'm the rhyme thriller
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with dimensions of flavor
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The knack - stylistic black
Verse 25
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 [Name], 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
Verse 26
We always attack before attacked upon
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Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here
I got my man Everlast in the house
Tossin it up, youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here
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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
Verse 27
Everlast
Everlast in full effect
Where's my gold record?
Where's my record?
Where's my record?
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Verse 28
Divine Styler with Physical Poets,
look out
Verse 29
Microphone King Donald D
Verse 30
the notorious, yeah
This is Bronx Style Bob...
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Nat The Cat, boy
Cm
Randy Mac One in a million
Verse 31
on your back, boy
Verse 32
Yo So
we bout to get outta here
Seems like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee,
What, the police, man?
I knew somethin had happened
I was wonderin why King Tee
missed the party, man
(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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