Lyrics:
Party!
(Okay party people in the house)
Yo yo, in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear
to the power of the sun, and they can't bear it
Hear it explained and clear, in your eardrum
New York to England, tight like a snare drum
Maxim, poetic
, syndicate; now I’m gonna be your star!
Syndicate, syndicate, sy-sy-sy-sy syndicate, syndicate me!
Syndicate, syndicate, sy-sy-sy-sy syndicate me!
Showing
Run this shit like a syndicate
Even El Chapo couldn't handle it
Talk back get your head split
Shots on the body get your block split
Run this
excuse that you can use)
We're the syndicate of soul
Gonna take control
We're the bandits of the beat
Gonna dance you off your feet
of the Syndicate alliance
Ballin', makin' ya feel the growth
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath
Radical posse down to death
While your crew's
you really made out
You went broke when your one jam played out
Now you're searchin for that one more hit
Shhhiiit
I ain't new to this, I got gangs
Ayyy Chigami’s back
(Remastered)
Syndicate Stockton 2022
It was saturday we was making plans for a couple days
Tryna slow down the wheels of time in
no one will weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep
Take it personal
(Personal)
I ain't East Coast, West Coast, new style, or old
a pioneer
Blazin the trail across a new frontier
I go the length and grow in strength as I get older
Cause I'm a Syndicate soldier
[ VERSE 2: Everlast ]
All
I'm hungry, Killa Bee Trilogy triumphantly
Hammer head, dart allignment, work is sonic
Keep your ears open for new assignments
Ride with the livest,
T on the mic, TopGunning
After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy, in effect
The rap motivator, teacher, talker, night rhyme
Rollin like a Mack truck, waxin those who talk junk
Violent your end, I got your face in my crosshairs
Wanna see your dome bust sucker cause I don't care
your guns to town
Dollo go
Syndicates get too high
I don't a new law
Ima roll wit Buddha
La li lu le lo
Ima get new job
Make a lot mula
Dollo is yo ruler
no one will weep
'Cause the next night with your bitch I'll sleep
Take it personal
(Personal)
I ain't East Coast, West Coast, new style, or old
scriptures could rival genesis
King James version
For these new translations I let the gen assist
Don't let the pressure to out rap me turn ya gift into your
slow
And still twist your tongues up
Rock the house from night
Till the sun's up
Cause it relly ain't
How much you say
it's what you sy
I got no fuckin'
whoa
As above so below, the reason why I'm over O's
So It's clear it's not Friday the 13th you should fear
Turn your mind on its ear, It's Friday
Something is amiss in the syndicate
Find out how we run it, it's just politics
Give it to the brodie he on top of it
Run the senate, delegate it like
Little Mickey start from right hand, J.Jeep
Teflon, King of New York, stupid you mad meef
Wu cat, Syndicate rap, raisin my babies
Global thug
Clear your head
Feel the wind blow on your face
And ride along, ride along
With your friends
With the brothers, share the road
Share the road
Own
perimeter
Sinister, car crash impact invehicular
Crime Syndicate just aserted this raw dosage
Blow your mind focus, mastermind links in 3 voltage
Love is love
The wisdom lies behind those swollen lips
Taste the fruit, find the xtasy
Jesus cunt syndicate
Suck your enemy, spit and pray
Jesus cunt
worst nightmares coming true
Your mistakes are immortal nigga that ain't nothing new
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