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No, the mic ammo\nStompin you down on the ground, task forces\nLet you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses\nAny show, any tour, we house program\nDonald-D is who I am, damn\n\nAtttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk\nCause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc\nStyles and lyrics (?) in the pocket\nStupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it\n(?) straight from my heart\nMy jam is sure to hit the top of the charts\nRam is my sign, he's different from all kinds\nRock you all of the time, just form a single line\n\nA lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self\nA first-grade topic, I think you need help\nHow many time on one album can you say you're def?\n\"I'm baaaad\" - Yo punk, save your breath\nThat's weak shit from a weak mind\nAnd a weak mind creates weak rhymes\nYou ain't never kicked knowledge one time\nJust livin on your own dick (that's a crime)\nHomeboy, why don't you talk about somethin\nYou just talkin loud and sayin nothin\nAnd if you get mad, sorry brother\nAnd when you're in LA, watch your colors\n\nI'm a MD, but no medical doctor\nMic-Dominator Donald-D has got you\nComin to the jamboree to hear the poetry\nAnd when you break north, the melody\nStick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased\nFace to face I overpower like bass\nTo the climax, I don't carry a sax\nI carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap\n\nBorn in Brooklyn, crib West Coast\nMC's I toast, you that talk most\nTrash, noise, can't throw, get with it\nComin from the mouth of Hen-Gee from the Syndicate\nBallers, mafia down to throw\nGangsters, convicts throwin solid blows\nStart prayin, your sisters I'm layin\nI'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?\n\n(Party on the dancefloor)\n\n(Evil E's in the place)\n(Doggin the wax)\n\nAn organization, alliance, no duplication\nRhyme Syndicate, a strong creation\nThe Syndicate's stronger day by day\n12-gauge leave suckers brutally.\nLayin in a (?)\nYour lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win\nDon't talk a bunch, just known to crunch\nMy one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch\n\nFull-court pressure's what I'm applyin\nNo relyin on the next man, roar like a lion\nFlexin, plexin ultra, the Bronx is my culture\nStrikin hard like a vulture\nFlingin, I'm slingin my hammer like Thor\nNo singin, bringin it raw to the core\nShogun assassin maxin in a limousine\nYou stick your head in, out comes the guillotine\n\n(?) the game as I kick it\nDon't miss it, get with it\nDiss it, you're a knucklehead evicted\nFrom the crowd that's proud to be the Syndicate connection\nRespect mandatory, up is the direction\nI stand alone, one man that's true\nBut you, my crew, you're on my side\nWe're on a ride\nPower and pride is our gift\nAnd you're down with\nThe Syndicate","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Syndicate\n  artist: ICE T\n  album: The Complete Sire Albums 1987 - 1991 (Ice-T)\n  duration_ms: 211000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass\n  In any form, or matter, or mass\n  (This ain't science class) I know but it's science\n  From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance\n  Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath\n  Radical posse down to death\n  While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break\n\n  Syndicate comin through, I'm talkin to you\n  Flexin hardcore, what could you do?\n  When we roll up you send your girl up to the crib-o\n  Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo\n  Stompin you down on the ground, task forces\n  Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses\n  Any show, any tour, we house program\n  Donald-D is who I am, damn\n\n  Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk\n  Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc\n  Styles and lyrics (?) in the pocket\n  Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it\n  (?) straight from my heart\n  My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts\n  Ram is my sign, he's different from all kinds\n  Rock you all of the time, just form a single line\n\n  A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self\n  A first-grade topic, I think you need help\n  How many time on one album can you say you're def?\n  \"I'm baaaad\" - Yo punk, save your breath\n  That's weak shit from a weak mind\n  And a weak mind creates weak rhymes\n  You ain't never kicked knowledge one time\n  Just livin on your own dick (that's a crime)\n  Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin\n  You just talkin loud and sayin nothin\n  And if you get mad, sorry brother\n  And when you're in LA, watch your colors\n\n  I'm a MD, but no medical doctor\n  Mic-Dominator Donald-D has got you\n  Comin to the jamboree to hear the poetry\n  And when you break north, the melody\n  Stick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased\n  Face to face I overpower like bass\n  To the climax, I don't carry a sax\n  I carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap\n\n  Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast\n  MC's I toast, you that talk most\n  Trash, noise, can't throw, get with it\n  Comin from the mouth of Hen-Gee from the Syndicate\n  Ballers, mafia down to throw\n  Gangsters, convicts throwin solid blows\n  Start prayin, your sisters I'm layin\n  I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?\n\n  (Party on the dancefloor)\n\n  (Evil E's in the place)\n  (Doggin the wax)\n\n  An organization, alliance, no duplication\n  Rhyme Syndicate, a strong creation\n  The Syndicate's stronger day by day\n  12-gauge leave suckers brutally.\n  Layin in a (?)\n  Your lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win\n  Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch\n  My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch\n\n  Full-court pressure's what I'm applyin\n  No relyin on the next man, roar like a lion\n  Flexin, plexin ultra, the Bronx is my culture\n  Strikin hard like a vulture\n  Flingin, I'm slingin my hammer like Thor\n  No singin, bringin it raw to the core\n  Shogun assassin maxin in a limousine\n  You stick your head in, out comes the guillotine\n\n  (?) the game as I kick it\n  Don't miss it, get with it\n  Diss it, you're a knucklehead evicted\n  From the crowd that's proud to be the Syndicate connection\n  Respect mandatory, up is the direction\n  I stand alone, one man that's true\n  But you, my crew, you're on my side\n  We're on a ride\n  Power and pride is our gift\n  And you're down with\n  The Syndicate\n"},{"id":36652791,"name":"The Syndicate","trackName":"The Syndicate","artistName":"ICE T","albumName":"The Complete Sire Albums 1987","duration":211.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass\nIn any form, or matter, or mass\n(This ain't science class) I know but it's science\nFrom the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance\nRhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath\nRadical posse down to death\nWhile your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break\n\nSyndicate comin through, I'm talkin to you\nFlexin hardcore, what could you do?\nWhen we roll up you send your girl up to the crib-o\nIs it Rambo? 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No, the mic ammo\nStompin you down on the ground, task forces\nLet you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses\nAny show, any tour, we house program\nDonald-D is who I am, damn\n\nAtttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk\nCause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc\nStyles and lyrics (?) in the pocket\nStupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it\n(?) straight from my heart\nMy jam is sure to hit the top of the charts\nRam is my sign, he's different from all kinds\nRock you all of the time, just form a single line\n\nA lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self\nA first-grade topic, I think you need help\nHow many time on one album can you say you're def?\n\"I'm baaaad\" - Yo punk, save your breath\nThat's weak shit from a weak mind\nAnd a weak mind creates weak rhymes\nYou ain't never kicked knowledge one time\nJust livin on your own dick (that's a crime)\nHomeboy, why don't you talk about somethin\nYou just talkin loud and sayin nothin\nAnd if you get mad, sorry brother\nAnd when you're in LA, watch your colors\n\nI'm a MD, but no medical doctor\nMic-Dominator Donald-D has got you\nComin to the jamboree to hear the poetry\nAnd when you break north, the melody\nStick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased\nFace to face I overpower like bass\nTo the climax, I don't carry a sax\nI carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap\n\nBorn in Brooklyn, crib West Coast\nMC's I toast, you that talk most\nTrash, noise, can't throw, get with it\nComin from the mouth of Hen-Gee from the Syndicate\nBallers, mafia down to throw\nGangsters, convicts throwin solid blows\nStart prayin, your sisters I'm layin\nI'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?\n\n(Party on the dancefloor)\n\n(Evil E's in the place)\n(Doggin the wax)\n\nAn organization, alliance, no duplication\nRhyme Syndicate, a strong creation\nThe Syndicate's stronger day by day\n12-gauge leave suckers brutally.\nLayin in a (?)\nYour lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win\nDon't talk a bunch, just known to crunch\nMy one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch\n\nFull-court pressure's what I'm applyin\nNo relyin on the next man, roar like a lion\nFlexin, plexin ultra, the Bronx is my culture\nStrikin hard like a vulture\nFlingin, I'm slingin my hammer like Thor\nNo singin, bringin it raw to the core\nShogun assassin maxin in a limousine\nYou stick your head in, out comes the guillotine\n\n(?) the game as I kick it\nDon't miss it, get with it\nDiss it, you're a knucklehead evicted\nFrom the crowd that's proud to be the Syndicate connection\nRespect mandatory, up is the direction\nI stand alone, one man that's true\nBut you, my crew, you're on my side\nWe're on a ride\nPower and pride is our gift\nAnd you're down with\nThe Syndicate","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.58]Liquid, solid, gas, we be kickin' ass\n[00:04.59]In any form or matter of mass\n[00:06.00](This ain't science class) I know, but it's science\n[00:08.53]From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate Alliance\n[00:10.56]Ballin', making you feel the growth\n[00:12.76]Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood\n[00:14.29]We rock a blood oath, radical posse down to death\n[00:16.73]While your crew's on the take, Donald D break\n[00:19.28]Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you\n[00:21.88]Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?\n[00:23.56]When we roll up, you see the girl up to the crib-o\n[00:26.23]Is it Rambo? 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Huh, don't mean nuttin\nThey call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke\nHit record on my dope remote\nI heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be\nIt was the E, the V, yes the I-L E\nHe said, \"We got static - word, I just got out\nPunks tried to move at the club and we shot out\nBullets everywhere,\" Okay what's the prob?\n\"Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob.\"\nYou bullshittin! \"I ain't fuckin around.\nThe posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?\"\nI grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac\nStrapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back\nI said - Chill, don't let nobody move without me\nSay you know where they are?\nHe said, \"I know where they be\"\nLet's peel their caps back\nLet's peel their caps back\n\nTwelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight\nTwenty-five cars, under the streetlights\nSome people talked, while others cried\nInk was a brother, who shouldn't have died\nThen the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be?\n38 hard brothers stood and stared at me\nThere were only two words that I had to say\nP-A-Y, B-A-C-K\nThe car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead\nPistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead\nEveryone in the crew knew what I said\nWould mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead\nLet's peel their caps back\n\nThe cars at the corner like a long black snake\nNightprowlin for a life to take\nYa see down in the ghetto it's an eye for an eye\nThat's the answer to the question why\nIn my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump\nFace of Death, then I cocked my pump\nI'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull\nJust layin for a reason to pull\nOn you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way\nI'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way\nBut then we spot him, Evil E shot him\nDead in the face, made sure that he got him\nOthers ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath\nAutomatic Uzi motherfuckin bloodbath\nLet's peel their caps back\nLet's peel their caps back\nLet's peel their caps back\n\nThen all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye\nMy dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die\nI drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street\nMy corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat\nTen brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge\nCause whenever someone dies, nobody wins\nBut this drama, you'll never hear a word of\nCause all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder\nGang murder","syncedLyrics":"[00:22.09] [Ice-T]\n[00:22.74] Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin\n[00:23.21] FBI wanted? 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Yo that shit's a joke\n[00:29.05] Hit record on my dope remote\n[00:31.52] I heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be\n[00:34.12] It was the E, the V, yes the I-L E\n[00:36.84] He said, \"We got static - word, I just got out\n[00:39.68] Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out\n[00:42.14] Bullets everywhere,\" Okay what's the prob?\n[00:45.38] \"Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob.\"\n[00:47.74] You bullshittin! \"I ain't fuckin around.\n[00:49.94] The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?\"\n[00:52.59] I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac\n[00:55.09] Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back\n[00:57.95] I said - Chill, don't let nobody move without me\n[01:00.74] Say you know where they are?\n[01:01.91] He said, \"I know where they be\"\n[01:03.33] Let's peel their caps back\n[01:08.26] Let's peel their caps back\n[01:14.25] Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight\n[01:16.85] Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights\n[01:19.60] Some people talked, while others cried\n[01:22.06] Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died\n[01:24.50] Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be?\n[01:27.69] 38 hard brothers stood and stared at me\n[01:30.46] There were only two words that I had to say\n[01:32.98] P-A-Y, B-A-C-K\n[01:35.47] The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead\n[01:38.32] Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead\n[01:40.82] Everyone in the crew knew what I said\n[01:43.47] Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead\n[01:46.46] Let's peel their caps back\n[01:56.44] The cars at the corner like a long black snake\n[01:59.46] Nightprowlin for a life to take\n[02:01.71] Ya see down in the ghetto it's an eye for an eye\n[02:04.56] That's the answer to the question why\n[02:06.88] In my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump\n[02:10.17] Face of Death, then I cocked my pump\n[02:12.15] I'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull\n[02:15.33] Just layin for a reason to pull\n[02:17.64] On you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way\n[02:20.70] I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way\n[02:23.58] But then we spot him, Evil E shot him\n[02:25.64] Dead in the face, made sure that he got him\n[02:28.30] Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath\n[02:31.23] Automatic Uzi motherfuckin bloodbath\n[02:33.88] Let's peel their caps back\n[02:43.51] Let's peel their caps back\n[02:47.06] Let's peel their caps back\n[02:54.55] Then all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye\n[02:57.76] My dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die\n[03:00.22] I drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street\n[03:02.95] My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat\n[03:05.73] Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge\n[03:08.32] Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins\n[03:10.84] But this drama, you'll never hear a word of\n[03:13.40] Cause all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder\n[03:16.20] Gang murder\n[03:38.01] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Peel Their Caps Back\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: The Rhyme Syndicate\n  duration_ms: 220000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: '[Ice-T]'\n  start_ms: 22090\n  end_ms: 22740\n- text: Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin\n  start_ms: 22740\n  end_ms: 23210\n- text: FBI wanted? 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Chill, don't let nobody move without me\n  start_ms: 57950\n  end_ms: 60740\n- text: Say you know where they are?\n  start_ms: 60740\n  end_ms: 61910\n- text: He said, \"I know where they be\"\n  start_ms: 61910\n  end_ms: 63330\n- text: Let's peel their caps back\n  start_ms: 63330\n  end_ms: 68260\n- text: Let's peel their caps back\n  start_ms: 68260\n  end_ms: 74250\n- text: Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight\n  start_ms: 74250\n  end_ms: 76850\n- text: Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights\n  start_ms: 76850\n  end_ms: 79600\n- text: Some people talked, while others cried\n  start_ms: 79600\n  end_ms: 82060\n- text: Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died\n  start_ms: 82060\n  end_ms: 84500\n- text: Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be?\n  start_ms: 84500\n  end_ms: 87690\n- text: 38 hard brothers stood and stared at me\n  start_ms: 87690\n  end_ms: 90460\n- text: There were only two words that I had to say\n  start_ms: 90460\n  end_ms: 92980\n- text: P-A-Y, B-A-C-K\n  start_ms: 92980\n  end_ms: 95470\n- text: The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead\n  start_ms: 95470\n  end_ms: 98320\n- text: Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead\n  start_ms: 98320\n  end_ms: 100820\n- text: Everyone in the crew knew what I said\n  start_ms: 100820\n  end_ms: 103470\n- text: Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead\n  start_ms: 103470\n  end_ms: 106460\n- text: Let's peel their caps back\n  start_ms: 106460\n  end_ms: 116440\n- text: The cars at the corner like a long black snake\n  start_ms: 116440\n  end_ms: 119460\n- text: Nightprowlin for a life to take\n  start_ms: 119460\n  end_ms: 121710\n- text: Ya see down in the ghetto it's an eye for an eye\n  start_ms: 121710\n  end_ms: 124560\n- text: That's the answer to the question why\n  start_ms: 124560\n  end_ms: 126880\n- text: In my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump\n  start_ms: 126880\n  end_ms: 130170\n- text: Face of Death, then I cocked my pump\n  start_ms: 130170\n  end_ms: 132150\n- text: I'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull\n  start_ms: 132150\n  end_ms: 135330\n- text: Just layin for a reason to pull\n  start_ms: 135330\n  end_ms: 137640\n- text: On you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way\n  start_ms: 137640\n  end_ms: 140700\n- text: I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way\n  start_ms: 140700\n  end_ms: 143580\n- text: But then we spot him, Evil E shot him\n  start_ms: 143580\n  end_ms: 145640\n- text: Dead in the face, made sure that he got him\n  start_ms: 145640\n  end_ms: 148300\n- text: Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath\n  start_ms: 148300\n  end_ms: 151230\n- text: Automatic Uzi motherfuckin bloodbath\n  start_ms: 151230\n  end_ms: 153880\n- text: Let's peel their caps back\n  start_ms: 153880\n  end_ms: 163510\n- text: Let's peel their caps back\n  start_ms: 163510\n  end_ms: 167060\n- text: Let's peel their caps back\n  start_ms: 167060\n  end_ms: 174550\n- text: Then all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye\n  start_ms: 174550\n  end_ms: 177760\n- text: My dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die\n  start_ms: 177760\n  end_ms: 180220\n- text: I drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street\n  start_ms: 180220\n  end_ms: 182950\n- text: My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat\n  start_ms: 182950\n  end_ms: 185730\n- text: Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge\n  start_ms: 185730\n  end_ms: 188320\n- text: Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins\n  start_ms: 188320\n  end_ms: 190840\n- text: But this drama, you'll never hear a word of\n  start_ms: 190840\n  end_ms: 193400\n- text: Cause all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder\n  start_ms: 193400\n  end_ms: 196200\n- text: Gang murder\n  start_ms: 196200\n  end_ms: 218010\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 218010\nplain: |-\n  [Ice-T]\n  Coolin in my crib, cold video dubbin\n  FBI wanted? Huh, don't mean nuttin\n  They call that shit a crime? Yo that shit's a joke\n  Hit record on my dope remote\n  I heard my phone ringin, I wonder who could it be\n  It was the E, the V, yes the I-L E\n  He said, \"We got static - word, I just got out\n  Punks tried to move at the club and we shot out\n  Bullets everywhere,\" Okay what's the prob?\n  \"Ink got popped, he's dead as a doorknob.\"\n  You bullshittin! \"I ain't fuckin around.\n  The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?\"\n  I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac\n  Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back\n  I said - Chill, don't let nobody move without me\n  Say you know where they are?\n  He said, \"I know where they be\"\n  Let's peel their caps back\n  Let's peel their caps back\n\n  Twelve o'clock midnight, posse was airtight\n  Twenty-five cars, under the streetlights\n  Some people talked, while others cried\n  Ink was a brother, who shouldn't have died\n  Then the silence broke, Ice what's it gonna be?\n  38 hard brothers stood and stared at me\n  There were only two words that I had to say\n  P-A-Y, B-A-C-K\n  The car's loaded with a silence that could rape the dead\n  Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead\n  Everyone in the crew knew what I said\n  Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead\n  Let's peel their caps back\n\n  The cars at the corner like a long black snake\n  Nightprowlin for a life to take\n  Ya see down in the ghetto it's an eye for an eye\n  That's the answer to the question why\n  In my throat, there's a lump, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump\n  Face of Death, then I cocked my pump\n  I'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull\n  Just layin for a reason to pull\n  On you, any duck motherfucker that gets in my way\n  I'm insane, and my homeboy's death made me this way\n  But then we spot him, Evil E shot him\n  Dead in the face, made sure that he got him\n  Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath\n  Automatic Uzi motherfuckin bloodbath\n  Let's peel their caps back\n  Let's peel their caps back\n  Let's peel their caps back\n\n  Then all of a sudden, a bullet came through my eye\n  My dome exploded and I felt my other brothers die\n  I drink my blood as I fell like shit into the street\n  My corpse stunk like a burnt out rotten piece of meat\n  Ten brothers died in this stupid homicidal binge\n  Cause whenever someone dies, nobody wins\n  But this drama, you'll never hear a word of\n  Cause all the paper's gonna read is a gang murder\n  Gang murder\n"},{"id":31216299,"name":"The Syndicate (Feat. Donald D & Hen Gee)","trackName":"The Syndicate (Feat. Donald D & Hen Gee)","artistName":"Ice-T","albumName":"Power","duration":219.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass\nIn any form, or matter, or mass\n(This ain't science class) I know but it's science\nFrom the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance\nRhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath\nRadical posse down to death\nWhile your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break\n\nSyndicate comin through, I'm talkin to you\nFlexin hardcore, what could you do?\nWhen we roll up you send your girl up to the crib-o\nIs it Rambo? No, the mic ammo\nStompin you down on the ground, task forces\nLet you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses\nAny show, any tour, we house program\nDonald-D is who I am, damn\n\nAtttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk\nCause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc\nStyles and lyrics (?) in the pocket\nStupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it\n(?) straight from my heart\nMy jam is sure to hit the top of the charts\nRam is my sign, he's different from all kinds\nRock you all of the time, just form a single line\n\nA lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self\nA first-grade topic, I think you need help\nHow many time on one album can you say you're def?\n\"I'm baaaad\" - Yo punk, save your breath\nThat's weak shit from a weak mind\nAnd a weak mind creates weak rhymes\nYou ain't never kicked knowledge one time\nJust livin on your own dick (that's a crime)\nHomeboy, why don't you talk about somethin\nYou just talkin loud and sayin nothin\nAnd if you get mad, sorry brother\nAnd when you're in LA, watch your colors\n\nI'm a MD, but no medical doctor\nMic-Dominator Donald-D has got you\nComin to the jamboree to hear the poetry\nAnd when you break north, the melody\nStick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased\nFace to face I overpower like bass\nTo the climax, I don't carry a sax\nI carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap\n\nBorn in Brooklyn, crib West Coast\nMC's I toast, you that talk most\nTrash, noise, can't throw, get with it\nComin from the mouth of Hen-Gee from the Syndicate\nBallers, mafia down to throw\nGangsters, convicts throwin solid blows\nStart prayin, your sisters I'm layin\nI'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?\n\n(Party on the dancefloor)\n\n(Evil E's in the place)\n(Doggin the wax)\n\nAn organization, alliance, no duplication\nRhyme Syndicate, a strong creation\nThe Syndicate's stronger day by day\n12-gauge leave suckers brutally.\nLayin in a (?)\nYour lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win\nDon't talk a bunch, just known to crunch\nMy one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch\n\nFull-court pressure's what I'm applyin\nNo relyin on the next man, roar like a lion\nFlexin, plexin ultra, the Bronx is my culture\nStrikin hard like a vulture\nFlingin, I'm slingin my hammer like Thor\nNo singin, bringin it raw to the core\nShogun assassin maxin in a limousine\nYou stick your head in, out comes the guillotine\n\n(?) the game as I kick it\nDon't miss it, get with it\nDiss it, you're a knucklehead evicted\nFrom the crowd that's proud to be the Syndicate connection\nRespect mandatory, up is the direction\nI stand alone, one man that's true\nBut you, my crew, you're on my side\nWe're on a ride\nPower and pride is our gift\nAnd you're down with\nThe Syndicate","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Syndicate (Feat. Donald D & Hen Gee)\n  artist: Ice-T\n  album: Power\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass\n  In any form, or matter, or mass\n  (This ain't science class) I know but it's science\n  From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance\n  Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath\n  Radical posse down to death\n  While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break\n\n  Syndicate comin through, I'm talkin to you\n  Flexin hardcore, what could you do?\n  When we roll up you send your girl up to the crib-o\n  Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo\n  Stompin you down on the ground, task forces\n  Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses\n  Any show, any tour, we house program\n  Donald-D is who I am, damn\n\n  Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk\n  Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc\n  Styles and lyrics (?) in the pocket\n  Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it\n  (?) straight from my heart\n  My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts\n  Ram is my sign, he's different from all kinds\n  Rock you all of the time, just form a single line\n\n  A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self\n  A first-grade topic, I think you need help\n  How many time on one album can you say you're def?\n  \"I'm baaaad\" - Yo punk, save your breath\n  That's weak shit from a weak mind\n  And a weak mind creates weak rhymes\n  You ain't never kicked knowledge one time\n  Just livin on your own dick (that's a crime)\n  Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin\n  You just talkin loud and sayin nothin\n  And if you get mad, sorry brother\n  And when you're in LA, watch your colors\n\n  I'm a MD, but no medical doctor\n  Mic-Dominator Donald-D has got you\n  Comin to the jamboree to hear the poetry\n  And when you break north, the melody\n  Stick to your mind like paste, it can't be erased\n  Face to face I overpower like bass\n  To the climax, I don't carry a sax\n  I carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap\n\n  Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast\n  MC's I toast, you that talk most\n  Trash, noise, can't throw, get with it\n  Comin from the mouth of Hen-Gee from the Syndicate\n  Ballers, mafia down to throw\n  Gangsters, convicts throwin solid blows\n  Start prayin, your sisters I'm layin\n  I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?\n\n  (Party on the dancefloor)\n\n  (Evil E's in the place)\n  (Doggin the wax)\n\n  An organization, alliance, no duplication\n  Rhyme Syndicate, a strong creation\n  The Syndicate's stronger day by day\n  12-gauge leave suckers brutally.\n  Layin in a (?)\n  Your lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win\n  Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch\n  My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch\n\n  Full-court pressure's what I'm applyin\n  No relyin on the next man, roar like a lion\n  Flexin, plexin ultra, the Bronx is my culture\n  Strikin hard like a vulture\n  Flingin, I'm slingin my hammer like Thor\n  No singin, bringin it raw to the core\n  Shogun assassin maxin in a limousine\n  You stick your head in, out comes the guillotine\n\n  (?) the game as I kick it\n  Don't miss it, get with it\n  Diss it, you're a knucklehead evicted\n  From the crowd that's proud to be the Syndicate connection\n  Respect mandatory, up is the direction\n  I stand alone, one man that's true\n  But you, my crew, you're on my side\n  We're on a ride\n  Power and pride is our gift\n  And you're down with\n  The Syndicate\n"},{"id":12006985,"name":"The Syndicate (Feat. 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respect\nThen I collect big checks (party)\n1's, 5's, 10's and 20's\nA 100 Gs and I'm pullin' honeys (party)\nLeft and right, day and night\nYou gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight (party)\nThey're all on the tip to get a sip\nOf this poetic performer that's fully equipped (party)\n\nY'all played yourselves right in front of the mic\nMove your body so that the feelin' was right (party)\nBut if you get lost, scream out and admit\nThat the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit (party)\nI'm not the kind to give you a call\nTo stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause (party)\nI give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\nIf that ain't enough, sit down 'til we're done (party)\n\nSyndicate scorned, you act obedient\nTired of your fish rhyme got ingredients (party)\nBlack on black while styles of Ice-T\nMind quicks of brothers that's gotta be (party)\nCirclin' ciphers into molecules\nTakin' over your space, that's illogical (party)\nThe vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks\nBe great from the break in 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tool\n[02:56.35] Mathematics in effect, it's time to school (party)\n[02:58.71] I'm the principal, and knowledge is the key\n[03:00.92] Shaquel in the place to be (party)\n[03:02.42] I climb a mountain top with just one rope\n[03:04.56] Get to the top of the steep and say a rhyme that's dope (party)\n[03:06.32] 'Cause I'm a cliff hanger, no, I ain't a stranger\n[03:08.67] Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger (party)\n[03:10.91] Wanted by the FBI for transport of\n[03:12.89] Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders (party)\n[03:14.85] No, they can't give me no time, 'cause these my rhymes\n[03:17.09] Everlast, get funky for me one time (party)\n[03:18.60] Everlast is in effect gettin' big respect\n[03:21.06] Then I collect big checks (party)\n[03:22.75] 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's\n[03:24.75] A 100 Gs and I'm pullin' honeys (party)\n[03:26.84] Left and right, day and night\n[03:28.44] You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight (party)\n[03:30.48] They're all on the tip to get a sip\n[03:32.35] Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped (party)\n[03:34.31] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic\n[03:36.68] Move your body so that the feelin' was right (party)\n[03:38.62] But if you get lost, scream out and admit\n[03:40.22] That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit (party)\n[03:42.64] I'm not the kind to give you a call\n[03:44.56] To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause (party)\n[03:46.57] I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\n[03:48.49] If that ain't enough, sit down 'til we're done (party)\n[03:50.58] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient\n[03:52.63] Tired of your fish rhyme got ingredients (party)\n[03:54.62] Black on black while styles of Ice-T\n[03:56.59] Mind quicks of brothers that's gotta be (party)\n[03:58.59] Circlin' ciphers into molecules\n[04:00.40] Takin' over your space, that's illogical (party)\n[04:02.50] The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks\n[04:04.46] Be great from the break in a flat out rap (party)\n[04:06.44] Syndicate posse growin', goin' out of control\n[04:08.47] You say we're weak, this record's shittin' gold (party)\n[04:10.33] Power, strength, my posse got unity\n[04:12.65] We stick together, and we're soon to be (party)\n[04:14.45] In your town, we gonna bring the roof down\n[04:16.69] Ice-T and the Syndicate underground (party)\n[04:18.67] No sellouts, 'cause it's caps we peelin'\n[04:20.46] Girls, we love em, and shows we steal 'em (party)\n[04:22.28] Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery\n[04:24.46] I drop science for the ones who know it's me (party)\n[04:26.43] You say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense\n[04:28.42] I ain't conceited, I'm just convinced (party)\n[04:30.15] Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin'\n[04:32.24] The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen (party)\n[04:34.19] The pimp, the player, hustler, like a kicker\n[04:36.55] Watch your girl, 'cause I stick her (party)\n[04:37.99] Nat The Cat, my man will rap, but when I'm playin' the back\n[04:40.12] Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's loaded (party)\n[04:41.98] They never see me flowin' and showin'\n[04:43.14] Go psycho breakin' backs like bolo\n[04:44.68] Give me the mic, a metamorphosis ignite (party)\n[04:46.45] I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman\n[04:48.64] And come out kickin' with the (party)\n[04:50.07] Rockin' rockers on a rappin' rampage\n[04:51.77] In control of the stage (party)\n[04:53.96] There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat\n[04:56.16] The cat ran away, 'cause now there's a rat (party)\n[04:58.06] I'm on the attack with my baseball bat\n[05:00.26] That one rap brought many of us back (party)\n[05:02.07] All through my house I set up traps\n[05:04.03] It seem like the rats have a map (party)\n[05:05.99] But nowadays I don't know how to act\n[05:08.13] So now I feed the rats crack (party)\n[05:10.05] Back, and I'm statin' the fact\n[05:11.25] I know you're waitin for a rap (party)\n[05:12.49] To make you get up and start to clap\n[05:13.84] For Bob, a Bronx Syndicate style (party)\n[05:15.72] More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file\n[05:17.94] '79, the time I was inclined (party)\n[05:19.70] To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme\n[05:22.29] Hey yo, Ice Cube chillin (party)\n[05:23.38] 'Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin'\n[05:25.72] Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist\n[05:27.73] Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss (party)\n[05:30.23] Suckers can all come kiss the tip\n[05:32.11] Of my knob, when I aim I don't miss(party)\n[05:33.89] Aim it to suckers that come around jockin'\n[05:35.71] On my tip when on the radio, my records be rockin'(party)\n[05:37.84] Don't come frontin' askin' me for a pound\n[05:39.88] You ain't invited means you simply ain't down (party)\n[05:41.95] Wake up, it's time to be noticed\n[05:44.32] I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this (party)\n[05:45.73] Beat to be mathematical\n[05:47.88] Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical (party)\n[05:49.80] Bum rush the show and grab the mic\n[05:51.91] Syndicate's chilllin' out tonight (party)\n[05:53.63] They let me loose and now it's war\n[05:56.06] Bust again, said let the rhymes roar (party)\n[05:57.27] Grab a partner and hit the dance floor\n[05:59.99] 'Cause I'm back to rock for you once more (party)\n[06:01.83] I don't worry about what he said or she said\n[06:03.78] As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed (party)\n[06:05.99] The Juvenile Committee's on my side\n[06:07.86] And I'm kickin' knowledge on a natural high (party)\n[06:10.34] And I'm feeling strong\n[06:11.54] Yo, take this mic and get the party on (party)\n[06:13.54] This is Mortal Combat, there ain't no comeback\n[06:15.67] You're tryin' to get with me, but you don't know where I'm at (party)\n[06:17.56] 'Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns\n[06:19.49] Just a microphone, metaphors, words and puns (party)\n[06:21.69] Sentences and phrases, no clubs or razors\n[06:23.83] No mercy for a sucker that wages war (party)\n[06:25.76] I'll take the floor, even the score\n[06:27.61] Grab the microphone and proceed to roar (party)\n[06:29.28] Are y'all set, all prepared to start?\n[06:31.38] Move in close, 'cause here comes the dope part (party)\n[06:33.72] By the way, I'm the Taste with tracks\n[06:35.28] Could talk but they, but here goes the facts (party)\n[06:37.60] Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip\n[06:39.35] Protect your clan 'cause we're about to trip (party)\n[06:41.44] Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide\n[06:43.35] The weak from the rest so the live can survive (party)\n[06:45.47] Syndicate's housin' all competition\n[06:47.17] We have paralyzed a physical powerful vision (party)\n[06:49.25] But savage ignorants pop that's ignorant, listen\n[06:51.47] Divine is no time for style (party)\n[06:53.28] And I rock your grey matter with a smile\n[06:54.99] 'Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor (party)\n[06:57.14] With the knack, stylistic black\n[07:01.14] The reason we're bustin' these raps are what?\n[07:03.38] To make all you wack MC's shut up (party)\n[07:04.97] You're always buyin' rap records, jammin' deaf beats (go, go, go)\n[07:07.13] Then dissin' rap artists out in the streets (party)\n[07:08.97] You always say our jams are whack, but yours'll be tight\n[07:11.12] But you never been near a studio in your life (party)\n[07:13.06] You see, disrespect is your last resort\n[07:14.91] You're like Howard Cosell, you never played this sport (party)\n[07:17.07] But you're always talkin' mess 'bout how it should be done\n[07:19.04] And when we ask to hear your record, you never made one (party)\n[07:20.96] So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike\n[07:23.26] We're the MC's that cold be doggin' the mic (party)\n[07:24.91] You may be good, but there's no ones better\n[07:26.89] We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater (party)\n[07:28.94] Fight dirty in the pit when combat is on\n[07:31.02] We always attack before attacked upon (party)\n[07:33.27] Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here\n[07:35.92] We tossin' it up (party)\n[07:37.14] I got my man, Everlast, in the house\n[07:39.44] Tossin' it up, you know what I'm sayin'? (party)\n[07:41.04] Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here\n[07:43.40] But we gon' tore it up for them anyhow (party)\n[07:45.69] Wherever you are, you're a star\n[07:47.39] Rhyme Syndicate blowin' up like napalm (party)\n[07:49.56] I got my man, Chilly Dee, DJin' on the set (party)\n[07:51.96] And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here\n[07:54.53] Yo, we outta here like last year (party)\n[07:56.54] Rhyme Syndicate\n[07:57.54] We gotta do it like the alphabet and A-B-C ya (party)\n[08:02.32] Yeah\n[08:03.68] Party\n[08:07.49] Party\n[08:08.90] Everlast\n[08:09.45] Everlast in full effect\n[08:10.80] Where's my gold record? (party)\n[08:12.27] Where's my record?\n[08:13.26] Where's my record?\n[08:17.77] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out (party)\n[08:21.77] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah (party)\n[08:25.03] This is Bronx Style Bob, what's up my dawg (party)\n[08:30.70] Nat The Cat, boy (party)\n[08:33.44] Randy Mac, one in a million on your back, boy (party)\n[08:36.50] Yo, so we 'bout to get outta here\n[08:38.13] Seems like the police is outside, man (party)\n[08:39.94] (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)\n[08:43.34] What, the police, man? (party)\n[08:44.74] I knew somethin' had happened\n[08:45.92] I was wonderin' why King Tee missed the party, man (party)\n[08:48.16] Yo, Randy Mac, you got some money?\n[08:49.69] (Aw, you know what time it is, man)\n[08:51.07] I gotta get (party)\n[08:51.70] Yeah, for some bail, buddy, we gotta\n[08:53.27] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What Ya Wanna Do? (feat. 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(party)\n  start_ms: 20210\n  end_ms: 23090\n- text: Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?\n  start_ms: 23090\n  end_ms: 26360\n- text: (Party)\n  start_ms: 26360\n  end_ms: 27380\n- text: Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 27380\n  end_ms: 31380\n- text: Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 31380\n  end_ms: 35230\n- text: Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 35230\n  end_ms: 39330\n- text: Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 39330\n  end_ms: 43280\n- text: Henry-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n  start_ms: 43280\n  end_ms: 46860\n- text: My man, Shaquel is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 46860\n  end_ms: 50840\n- text: Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? 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178710\n- text: I'm the principal, and knowledge is the key\n  start_ms: 178710\n  end_ms: 180920\n- text: Shaquel in the place to be (party)\n  start_ms: 180920\n  end_ms: 182420\n- text: I climb a mountain top with just one rope\n  start_ms: 182420\n  end_ms: 184560\n- text: Get to the top of the steep and say a rhyme that's dope (party)\n  start_ms: 184560\n  end_ms: 186320\n- text: '''Cause I''m a cliff hanger, no, I ain''t a stranger'\n  start_ms: 186320\n  end_ms: 188670\n- text: Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger (party)\n  start_ms: 188670\n  end_ms: 190910\n- text: Wanted by the FBI for transport of\n  start_ms: 190910\n  end_ms: 192890\n- text: Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders (party)\n  start_ms: 192890\n  end_ms: 194850\n- text: No, they can't give me no time, 'cause these my rhymes\n  start_ms: 194850\n  end_ms: 197090\n- text: Everlast, get funky for me one time (party)\n  start_ms: 197090\n  end_ms: 198600\n- text: Everlast is in effect gettin' big respect\n  start_ms: 198600\n  end_ms: 201060\n- text: Then I collect big checks (party)\n  start_ms: 201060\n  end_ms: 202750\n- text: 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's\n  start_ms: 202750\n  end_ms: 204750\n- text: A 100 Gs and I'm pullin' honeys (party)\n  start_ms: 204750\n  end_ms: 206840\n- text: Left and right, day and night\n  start_ms: 206840\n  end_ms: 208440\n- text: You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight (party)\n  start_ms: 208440\n  end_ms: 210480\n- text: They're all on the tip to get a sip\n  start_ms: 210480\n  end_ms: 212350\n- text: Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped (party)\n  start_ms: 212350\n  end_ms: 214310\n- text: Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic\n  start_ms: 214310\n  end_ms: 216680\n- text: Move your body so that the feelin' was right (party)\n  start_ms: 216680\n  end_ms: 218620\n- text: But if you get lost, scream out and admit\n  start_ms: 218620\n  end_ms: 220220\n- text: That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit (party)\n  start_ms: 220220\n  end_ms: 222640\n- text: I'm not the kind to give you a call\n  start_ms: 222640\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause (party)\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 226570\n- text: I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\n  start_ms: 226570\n  end_ms: 228490\n- text: If that ain't enough, sit down 'til we're done (party)\n  start_ms: 228490\n  end_ms: 230580\n- text: Syndicate scorned, you act obedient\n  start_ms: 230580\n  end_ms: 232630\n- text: Tired of your fish rhyme got ingredients (party)\n  start_ms: 232630\n  end_ms: 234620\n- text: Black on black while styles of Ice-T\n  start_ms: 234620\n  end_ms: 236590\n- text: Mind quicks of brothers that's gotta be (party)\n  start_ms: 236590\n  end_ms: 238590\n- text: Circlin' ciphers into molecules\n  start_ms: 238590\n  end_ms: 240400\n- text: Takin' over your space, that's illogical (party)\n  start_ms: 240400\n  end_ms: 242500\n- text: The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks\n  start_ms: 242500\n  end_ms: 244460\n- text: Be great from the break in a flat out rap (party)\n  start_ms: 244460\n  end_ms: 246440\n- text: Syndicate posse growin', goin' out of control\n  start_ms: 246440\n  end_ms: 248470\n- text: You say we're weak, this record's shittin' gold (party)\n  start_ms: 248470\n  end_ms: 250330\n- text: Power, strength, my posse got unity\n  start_ms: 250330\n  end_ms: 252650\n- text: We stick together, and we're soon to be (party)\n  start_ms: 252650\n  end_ms: 254450\n- text: In your town, we gonna bring the roof down\n  start_ms: 254450\n  end_ms: 256690\n- text: Ice-T and the Syndicate underground (party)\n  start_ms: 256690\n  end_ms: 258670\n- text: No sellouts, 'cause it's caps we peelin'\n  start_ms: 258670\n  end_ms: 260460\n- text: Girls, we love em, and shows we steal 'em (party)\n  start_ms: 260460\n  end_ms: 262280\n- text: Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery\n  start_ms: 262280\n  end_ms: 264460\n- text: I drop science for the ones who know it's me (party)\n  start_ms: 264460\n  end_ms: 266430\n- text: You say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense\n  start_ms: 266430\n  end_ms: 268420\n- text: I ain't conceited, I'm just convinced (party)\n  start_ms: 268420\n  end_ms: 270150\n- text: Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin'\n  start_ms: 270150\n  end_ms: 272240\n- text: The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen (party)\n  start_ms: 272240\n  end_ms: 274190\n- text: The pimp, the player, hustler, like a kicker\n  start_ms: 274190\n  end_ms: 276550\n- text: Watch your girl, 'cause I stick her (party)\n  start_ms: 276550\n  end_ms: 277990\n- text: Nat The Cat, my man will rap, but when I'm playin' the back\n  start_ms: 277990\n  end_ms: 280120\n- text: Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's loaded (party)\n  start_ms: 280120\n  end_ms: 281980\n- text: They never see me flowin' and showin'\n  start_ms: 281980\n  end_ms: 283140\n- text: Go psycho breakin' backs like bolo\n  start_ms: 283140\n  end_ms: 284680\n- text: Give me the mic, a metamorphosis ignite (party)\n  start_ms: 284680\n  end_ms: 286450\n- text: I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman\n  start_ms: 286450\n  end_ms: 288640\n- text: And come out kickin' with the (party)\n  start_ms: 288640\n  end_ms: 290070\n- text: Rockin' rockers on a rappin' rampage\n  start_ms: 290070\n  end_ms: 291770\n- text: In control of the stage (party)\n  start_ms: 291770\n  end_ms: 293960\n- text: There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat\n  start_ms: 293960\n  end_ms: 296160\n- text: The cat ran away, 'cause now there's a rat (party)\n  start_ms: 296160\n  end_ms: 298060\n- text: I'm on the attack with my baseball bat\n  start_ms: 298060\n  end_ms: 300260\n- text: That one rap brought many of us back (party)\n  start_ms: 300260\n  end_ms: 302070\n- text: All through my house I set up traps\n  start_ms: 302070\n  end_ms: 304030\n- text: It seem like the rats have a map (party)\n  start_ms: 304030\n  end_ms: 305990\n- text: But nowadays I don't know how to act\n  start_ms: 305990\n  end_ms: 308130\n- text: So now I feed the rats crack (party)\n  start_ms: 308130\n  end_ms: 310050\n- text: Back, and I'm statin' the fact\n  start_ms: 310050\n  end_ms: 311250\n- text: I know you're waitin for a rap (party)\n  start_ms: 311250\n  end_ms: 312490\n- text: To make you get up and start to clap\n  start_ms: 312490\n  end_ms: 313840\n- text: For Bob, a Bronx Syndicate style (party)\n  start_ms: 313840\n  end_ms: 315720\n- text: More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file\n  start_ms: 315720\n  end_ms: 317940\n- text: '''79, the time I was inclined (party)'\n  start_ms: 317940\n  end_ms: 319700\n- text: To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme\n  start_ms: 319700\n  end_ms: 322290\n- text: Hey yo, Ice Cube chillin (party)\n  start_ms: 322290\n  end_ms: 323380\n- text: '''Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin'''\n  start_ms: 323380\n  end_ms: 325720\n- text: Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist\n  start_ms: 325720\n  end_ms: 327730\n- text: Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss (party)\n  start_ms: 327730\n  end_ms: 330230\n- text: Suckers can all come kiss the tip\n  start_ms: 330230\n  end_ms: 332110\n- text: Of my knob, when I aim I don't miss(party)\n  start_ms: 332110\n  end_ms: 333890\n- text: Aim it to suckers that come around jockin'\n  start_ms: 333890\n  end_ms: 335710\n- text: On my tip when on the radio, my records be rockin'(party)\n  start_ms: 335710\n  end_ms: 337840\n- text: Don't come frontin' askin' me for a pound\n  start_ms: 337840\n  end_ms: 339880\n- text: You ain't invited means you simply ain't down (party)\n  start_ms: 339880\n  end_ms: 341950\n- text: Wake up, it's time to be noticed\n  start_ms: 341950\n  end_ms: 344320\n- text: I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this (party)\n  start_ms: 344320\n  end_ms: 345730\n- text: Beat to be mathematical\n  start_ms: 345730\n  end_ms: 347880\n- text: Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical (party)\n  start_ms: 347880\n  end_ms: 349800\n- text: Bum rush the show and grab the mic\n  start_ms: 349800\n  end_ms: 351910\n- text: Syndicate's chilllin' out tonight (party)\n  start_ms: 351910\n  end_ms: 353630\n- text: They let me loose and now it's war\n  start_ms: 353630\n  end_ms: 356060\n- text: Bust again, said let the rhymes roar (party)\n  start_ms: 356060\n  end_ms: 357270\n- text: Grab a partner and hit the dance floor\n  start_ms: 357270\n  end_ms: 359990\n- text: '''Cause I''m back to rock for you once more (party)'\n  start_ms: 359990\n  end_ms: 361830\n- text: I don't worry about what he said or she said\n  start_ms: 361830\n  end_ms: 363780\n- text: As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed (party)\n  start_ms: 363780\n  end_ms: 365990\n- text: The Juvenile Committee's on my side\n  start_ms: 365990\n  end_ms: 367860\n- text: And I'm kickin' knowledge on a natural high (party)\n  start_ms: 367860\n  end_ms: 370340\n- text: And I'm feeling strong\n  start_ms: 370340\n  end_ms: 371540\n- text: Yo, take this mic and get the party on (party)\n  start_ms: 371540\n  end_ms: 373540\n- text: This is Mortal Combat, there ain't no comeback\n  start_ms: 373540\n  end_ms: 375670\n- text: You're tryin' to get with me, but you don't know where I'm at (party)\n  start_ms: 375670\n  end_ms: 377560\n- text: '''Cause in this world there''s no bombs or guns'\n  start_ms: 377560\n  end_ms: 379490\n- text: Just a microphone, metaphors, words and puns (party)\n  start_ms: 379490\n  end_ms: 381690\n- text: Sentences and phrases, no clubs or razors\n  start_ms: 381690\n  end_ms: 383830\n- text: No mercy for a sucker that wages war (party)\n  start_ms: 383830\n  end_ms: 385760\n- text: I'll take the floor, even the score\n  start_ms: 385760\n  end_ms: 387610\n- text: Grab the microphone and proceed to roar (party)\n  start_ms: 387610\n  end_ms: 389280\n- text: Are y'all set, all prepared to start?\n  start_ms: 389280\n  end_ms: 391380\n- text: Move in close, 'cause here comes the dope part (party)\n  start_ms: 391380\n  end_ms: 393720\n- text: By the way, I'm the Taste with tracks\n  start_ms: 393720\n  end_ms: 395280\n- text: Could talk but they, but here goes the facts (party)\n  start_ms: 395280\n  end_ms: 397600\n- text: Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip\n  start_ms: 397600\n  end_ms: 399350\n- text: Protect your clan 'cause we're about to trip (party)\n  start_ms: 399350\n  end_ms: 401440\n- text: Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide\n  start_ms: 401440\n  end_ms: 403350\n- text: The weak from the rest so the live can survive (party)\n  start_ms: 403350\n  end_ms: 405470\n- text: Syndicate's housin' all competition\n  start_ms: 405470\n  end_ms: 407170\n- text: We have paralyzed a physical powerful vision (party)\n  start_ms: 407170\n  end_ms: 409250\n- text: But savage ignorants pop that's ignorant, listen\n  start_ms: 409250\n  end_ms: 411470\n- text: Divine is no time for style (party)\n  start_ms: 411470\n  end_ms: 413280\n- text: And I rock your grey matter with a smile\n  start_ms: 413280\n  end_ms: 414990\n- text: '''Cause I''m the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor (party)'\n  start_ms: 414990\n  end_ms: 417140\n- text: With the knack, stylistic black\n  start_ms: 417140\n  end_ms: 421140\n- text: The reason we're bustin' these raps are what?\n  start_ms: 421140\n  end_ms: 423380\n- text: To make all you wack MC's shut up (party)\n  start_ms: 423380\n  end_ms: 424970\n- text: You're always buyin' rap records, jammin' deaf beats (go, go, go)\n  start_ms: 424970\n  end_ms: 427130\n- text: Then dissin' rap artists out in the streets (party)\n  start_ms: 427130\n  end_ms: 428970\n- text: You always say our jams are whack, but yours'll be tight\n  start_ms: 428970\n  end_ms: 431120\n- text: But you never been near a studio in your life (party)\n  start_ms: 431120\n  end_ms: 433060\n- text: You see, disrespect is your last resort\n  start_ms: 433060\n  end_ms: 434910\n- text: You're like Howard Cosell, you never played this sport (party)\n  start_ms: 434910\n  end_ms: 437070\n- text: But you're always talkin' mess 'bout how it should be done\n  start_ms: 437070\n  end_ms: 439040\n- text: And when we ask to hear your record, you never made one (party)\n  start_ms: 439040\n  end_ms: 440960\n- text: So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike\n  start_ms: 440960\n  end_ms: 443260\n- text: We're the MC's that cold be doggin' the mic (party)\n  start_ms: 443260\n  end_ms: 444910\n- text: You may be good, but there's no ones better\n  start_ms: 444910\n  end_ms: 446890\n- text: We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater (party)\n  start_ms: 446890\n  end_ms: 448940\n- text: Fight dirty in the pit when combat is on\n  start_ms: 448940\n  end_ms: 451020\n- text: We always attack before attacked upon (party)\n  start_ms: 451020\n  end_ms: 453270\n- text: Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here\n  start_ms: 453270\n  end_ms: 455920\n- text: We tossin' it up (party)\n  start_ms: 455920\n  end_ms: 457140\n- text: I got my man, Everlast, in the house\n  start_ms: 457140\n  end_ms: 459440\n- text: Tossin' it up, you know what I'm sayin'? (party)\n  start_ms: 459440\n  end_ms: 461040\n- text: Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here\n  start_ms: 461040\n  end_ms: 463400\n- text: But we gon' tore it up for them anyhow (party)\n  start_ms: 463400\n  end_ms: 465690\n- text: Wherever you are, you're a star\n  start_ms: 465690\n  end_ms: 467390\n- text: Rhyme Syndicate blowin' up like napalm (party)\n  start_ms: 467390\n  end_ms: 469560\n- text: I got my man, Chilly Dee, DJin' on the set (party)\n  start_ms: 469560\n  end_ms: 471960\n- text: And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here\n  start_ms: 471960\n  end_ms: 474530\n- text: Yo, we outta here like last year (party)\n  start_ms: 474530\n  end_ms: 476540\n- text: Rhyme Syndicate\n  start_ms: 476540\n  end_ms: 477540\n- text: We gotta do it like the alphabet and A-B-C ya (party)\n  start_ms: 477540\n  end_ms: 482320\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 482320\n  end_ms: 483680\n- text: Party\n  start_ms: 483680\n  end_ms: 487490\n- text: Party\n  start_ms: 487490\n  end_ms: 488900\n- text: Everlast\n  start_ms: 488900\n  end_ms: 489450\n- text: Everlast in full effect\n  start_ms: 489450\n  end_ms: 490800\n- text: Where's my gold record? (party)\n  start_ms: 490800\n  end_ms: 492270\n- text: Where's my record?\n  start_ms: 492270\n  end_ms: 493260\n- text: Where's my record?\n  start_ms: 493260\n  end_ms: 497770\n- text: Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out (party)\n  start_ms: 497770\n  end_ms: 501770\n- text: Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah (party)\n  start_ms: 501770\n  end_ms: 505030\n- text: This is Bronx Style Bob, what's up my dawg (party)\n  start_ms: 505030\n  end_ms: 510700\n- text: Nat The Cat, boy (party)\n  start_ms: 510700\n  end_ms: 513440\n- text: Randy Mac, one in a million on your back, boy (party)\n  start_ms: 513440\n  end_ms: 516500\n- text: Yo, so we 'bout to get outta here\n  start_ms: 516500\n  end_ms: 518130\n- text: Seems like the police is outside, man (party)\n  start_ms: 518130\n  end_ms: 519940\n- text: (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)\n  start_ms: 519940\n  end_ms: 523340\n- text: What, the police, man? (party)\n  start_ms: 523340\n  end_ms: 524740\n- text: I knew somethin' had happened\n  start_ms: 524740\n  end_ms: 525920\n- text: I was wonderin' why King Tee missed the party, man (party)\n  start_ms: 525920\n  end_ms: 528160\n- text: Yo, Randy Mac, you got some money?\n  start_ms: 528160\n  end_ms: 529690\n- text: (Aw, you know what time it is, man)\n  start_ms: 529690\n  end_ms: 531070\n- text: I gotta get (party)\n  start_ms: 531070\n  end_ms: 531700\n- text: Yeah, for some bail, buddy, we gotta\n  start_ms: 531700\n  end_ms: 533270\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 533270\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah we got this\n  Party (okay, party people in the house)\n  Party (okay, party people in the house)\n  Party (okay, party people in the house)\n  Party\n\n  Yo yo, in the place to be\n  My name is MC Ice-T\n  I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me (party)\n  We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? (party)\n  Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?\n  (Party)\n\n  Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Henry-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n  My man, Shaquel is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (party)\n  And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  My man, Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n  Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? (party)\n\n  Yo, yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree\n  You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me (party)\n  You wanna get in, put a sucker's head out\n  Sound a little hot for you, boy, then, toy, get out (party)\n  Syndicate mob ain't nothin' but hardened crooks\n  You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook (party)\n  Want some of me, you're on a mission\n  Bad move, you end up missin' (party)\n\n  Let's get it straight for the '89 tip\n  Randy Mac is clockin' a stupid grip (party)\n  On the party track I'm cold lampin'\n  But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin' (party)\n  You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped\n  The Mac is cuttin' records and punks are gettin' ripped (party)\n  Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by\n  You wanna sleep, well, it's lights out, beddy-bye (party)\n\n  Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented, a power entertainer\n  Catapultin' above the top (party)\n  Nat The Cat, too swift to be stopped\n  I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo flight (party)\n  Lookin' down on MC's faces full of fright and fear\n  I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear (party)\n  Eureka, I just struck a platinum fame\n  In the game things'll never be the same (party)\n  Because money changes everything\n\n  Once again comin' at you hyper\n  Donald D, the Syndicate Sniper (party)\n  Boston Strangler, Charles Manson\n  No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin' (party)\n  Five Fingers Of Death, Fists Of Fury\n  St Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury (party)\n  Wanna convict me for kickin' black on wax\n  I walk the street with a battle axe (party)\n\n  Life ain't nothin' but a piece of existence\n  'Cause when you die, you'se a past tense (party)\n  So I like to live my life like a big carnival\n  Get drunk, act like an animal (party)\n  I like the rock'n roll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop\n  Suckers get loud, I drop 'em (party)\n  I like the far fat thighs\n  I'm Bronx Style, bring the beats and I'm not (party)\n\n  Black stallion, knockin' on concrete walls\n  Standin' tall, rappers in my face, they stall (party)\n  Stutter, softer than melted butter\n  There's no other word, go ask your mother (party)\n  Hard solid as your city sidewalk\n  Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk (party)\n  Strollin' with a slight limp\n  Flyer than any big city pimp (party)\n\n  Gold, girls, cold cash\n  On the mic, Shaquel Shabazz (party)\n  Supreme, the Lord, the G-O-D\n  Down with the Syndicate posse (party)\n  It's you we rule without a tool\n  Mathematics in effect, it's time to school (party)\n  I'm the principal, and knowledge is the key\n  Shaquel in the place to be (party)\n\n  I climb a mountain top with just one rope\n  Get to the top of the steep and say a rhyme that's dope (party)\n  'Cause I'm a cliff hanger, no, I ain't a stranger\n  Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger (party)\n  Wanted by the FBI for transport of\n  Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders (party)\n  No, they can't give me no time, 'cause these my rhymes\n  Everlast, get funky for me one time (party)\n\n  Everlast is in effect gettin' big respect\n  Then I collect big checks (party)\n  1's, 5's, 10's and 20's\n  A 100 Gs and I'm pullin' honeys (party)\n  Left and right, day and night\n  You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight (party)\n  They're all on the tip to get a sip\n  Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped (party)\n\n  Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic\n  Move your body so that the feelin' was right (party)\n  But if you get lost, scream out and admit\n  That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit (party)\n  I'm not the kind to give you a call\n  To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause (party)\n  I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\n  If that ain't enough, sit down 'til we're done (party)\n\n  Syndicate scorned, you act obedient\n  Tired of your fish rhyme got ingredients (party)\n  Black on black while styles of Ice-T\n  Mind quicks of brothers that's gotta 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(party)\n  I knew somethin' had happened\n  I was wonderin' why King Tee missed the party, man (party)\n  Yo, Randy Mac, you got some money?\n  (Aw, you know what time it is, man)\n  I gotta get (party)\n  Yeah, for some bail, buddy, we gotta\n"},{"id":33653329,"name":"Syndicate 4 Ever (feat. L.P., Powerlord Jell & Hot Dolla)","trackName":"Syndicate 4 Ever (feat. 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Then please just fuck with my set\nRoll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\nIn search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\nMan, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nKilla be destroyin' (Destroyin')\n\nWith you niggas long enough, now I'm strong enough\nTo bust out handcuffs, return of the rough\nThe rugged, so fuck it, rollin' in a bucket\nTrackin' down my duckets, the fact that I be bustin'\nHoes lustin', blowin' fools away like wind gustin'\nHead rushin' like head hunters\nSo I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n\nHear me, what I said? 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Then please just fuck with my set\n[02:07.80] Roll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\n[02:10.67] In search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\n[02:13.29] Man, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n[02:16.07] 'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily\n[02:18.99] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[02:20.45] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n[02:24.00] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[02:29.51] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[02:31.19] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n[02:34.91] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[02:39.43] Killa be destroyin' (Destroyin')\n[02:41.20] With you niggas long enough, now I'm strong enough\n[02:44.13] To bust out handcuffs, return of the rough\n[02:46.75] The rugged, so fuck it, rollin' in a bucket\n[02:49.50] Trackin' down my duckets, the fact that I be bustin'\n[02:52.02] Hoes lustin', blowin' fools away like wind gustin'\n[02:54.82] Head rushin' like head hunters\n[02:56.95] So I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n[03:00.22] Hear me, what I said? 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Then please just fuck with my set\n  Roll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\n  In search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\n  Man, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n  'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Killa be destroyin' (Destroyin')\n\n  With you niggas long enough, now I'm strong enough\n  To bust out handcuffs, return of the rough\n  The rugged, so fuck it, rollin' in a bucket\n  Trackin' down my duckets, the fact that I be bustin'\n  Hoes lustin', blowin' fools away like wind gustin'\n  Head rushin' like head hunters\n  So I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n\n  Hear me, what I said? It's the Syndicate\n  I yearn for the day we call it tourniquet\n  To pinch off all busters who ain't earnin' it\n  I'm burnin' it with killers, dealers, car stealers\n  Cat peelers, big wheelers, cool like a chinchilla\n  Livin' in a villa, so nigga pass the Millers\n  And let me take you back to the days of croaker sacks and Cadillacs\n  When niggas broke they back on they feet to make ends meet\n  We roll deep in the midnight hour on the creep\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n"},{"id":28139382,"name":"Syndicate 4 Ever","trackName":"Syndicate 4 Ever","artistName":"Ice-T, Hot Dolla, L.P. & Powerlord Jel","albumName":"Vi - Return Of The Real","duration":246.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo nigga, where was you at last night?\n\nYo nigga, we was up in that club, nigga\n\nThem Syndicate niggas turned that shit off\n(Yo, fuck them bitch ass niggas)\nYeah, them niggas got money\n(Fuck all them Syndicate niggas, them niggas ain't shit)\n\nYeah\n(Motherfuckers think they run shit\n'Cause them\nMotherfuckers got a little bit of money and shit)\nTrue, man\n(Fuck that bitch ass yellow nigga, Ice-T too)\nI don't like that nigga\n(Fuck them niggas, right)\n\nFuck\n(Niggas don't wanna see me, wanna see my motherf—)\nYo, fuck is that? Ugh\n\nNow nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga please\nI scratch MC's like dogs scratch fleas\n\nBreeze, you competition, never flinchin'\nIndo keep me high and I'm always on a mission\nWhen it comes to gettin' down, I gets the lowest\nBank like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris\nOnly fuck with women with the cool smellin' coochie\nTwistin' up shit just like Kristi Yamaguchi\nSo those who wanna step into the silk white cleats\nCome get this lyrical ass whoopin' that's gon' last for weeks\nWe got freaks, hardcore hip-hop gangster beats\nNiggas that'll do you, leave you dead in the street\n\nRecognize true this, this is how we do this\nBarrel to your motherfuckin' back, who's this?\nIt's the lyrical Rhyme Syndicate killa\n\nAnd fuck all you niggas\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nThe Rhyme Syndicate will never die\nWell, let me tell you why\n'Cause we the locs that's always gonna hoo ride\n\nIf you hear me, then I know you know the danger\nI snatch mics from MC's, I'm overwhelmed with anger\n\nBehavior of a maniac, that's all I have in me\nRhymes get brutal when I lock my mind and simply\n\nSimply a menace, the gangster found in Guinness\nThe one last murderer that never served a sentence\nWiser than an Asian devoted to his books\nI learned from ghetto crooks, gave up bangin' for a hook\nNow I'm much, much stronger when my tonsils do get flexed\nYou wanna get hexed, then please just fuck with my set\nRoll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\nIn search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\nMan, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doin' dirt on the daily\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nKill or be destroyed, toyed with you niggas long enough\nNow I'm strong enough to bust out handcuffs\n\nReturn of the rough, the rugged, so fuck it\nRollin' in a bucket, trackin' down my ducats\nThe fact that I be bustin', hoes lustin'\nBlowin' fools away like wind gustin'\nHead rushin' like headhunters\n\nSo I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n\nHear me, what I said? 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Ugh\n[00:31.94] Now nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga please\n[00:35.01] I scratch MC's like dogs scratch fleas\n[00:37.53] Breeze, you competition, never flinchin'\n[00:40.06] Indo keep me high and I'm always on a mission\n[00:42.85] When it comes to gettin' down, I gets the lowest\n[00:45.45] Bank like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris\n[00:48.20] Only fuck with women with the cool smellin' coochie\n[00:50.86] Twistin' up shit just like Kristi Yamaguchi\n[00:53.30] So those who wanna step into the silk white cleats\n[00:55.69] Come get this lyrical ass whoopin' that's gon' last for weeks\n[00:58.46] We got freaks, hardcore hip-hop gangster beats\n[01:01.58] Niggas that'll do you, leave you dead in the street\n[01:03.87] Recognize true this, this is how we do this\n[01:06.82] Barrel to your motherfuckin' back, who's this?\n[01:09.42] It's the lyrical Rhyme Syndicate killa\n[01:12.58] And fuck all you niggas\n[01:14.87] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[01:16.45] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n[01:20.16] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[01:25.41] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[01:27.16] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n[01:30.88] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[01:36.36] The Rhyme Syndicate will never die\n[01:38.35] Well, let me tell you why\n[01:39.33] 'Cause we the locs that's always gonna hoo ride\n[01:41.84] If you hear me, then I know you know the danger\n[01:44.00] I snatch mics from MC's, I'm overwhelmed with anger\n[01:46.78] Behavior of a maniac, that's all I have in me\n[01:49.54] Rhymes get brutal when I lock my mind and simply\n[01:52.29] Simply a menace, the gangster found in Guinness\n[01:54.73] The one last murderer that never served a sentence\n[01:57.58] Wiser than an Asian devoted to his books\n[02:00.01] I learned from ghetto crooks, gave up bangin' for a hook\n[02:02.56] Now I'm much, much stronger when my tonsils do get flexed\n[02:05.45] You wanna get hexed, then please just fuck with my set\n[02:07.86] Roll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\n[02:10.63] In search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\n[02:13.25] Man, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n[02:16.03] 'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doin' dirt on the daily\n[02:18.82] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[02:20.45] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n[02:24.00] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[02:29.50] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[02:31.11] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n[02:34.92] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[02:39.44] Kill or be destroyed, toyed with you niggas long enough\n[02:42.99] Now I'm strong enough to bust out handcuffs\n[02:45.48] Return of the rough, the rugged, so fuck it\n[02:48.27] Rollin' in a bucket, trackin' down my ducats\n[02:50.75] The fact that I be bustin', hoes lustin'\n[02:52.80] Blowin' fools away like wind gustin'\n[02:54.83] Head rushin' like headhunters\n[02:56.94] So I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n[03:00.26] Hear me, what I said? It's the Syndicate\n[03:02.29] I yearn for the day we call it tourniquet\n[03:04.18] To pinch off all bustas who ain't earnin' it\n[03:06.10] I'm burnin' it with killas, stealers, car stealers\n[03:08.79] Cat peelers, big wheelers, cool like a chinchilla\n[03:11.66] Livin' in a villa, so nigga, pass the Millers\n[03:14.14] And let me take you back to the days of croaker sacks and Cadillacs\n[03:17.49] When niggas broke they back on the street to make ends meet\n[03:20.49] We roll deep in the midnight hour on the creep\n[03:23.13] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[03:24.50] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n[03:28.26] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[03:33.59] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[03:35.27] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n[03:38.99] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[03:44.24] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[03:45.80] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n[03:49.51] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[03:54.89] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[03:56.51] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n[04:00.22] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[04:05.44] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Syndicate 4 Ever\n  artist: Ice-T, Hot Dolla, L.P. & Powerlord Jel\n  album: Vi - Return Of The Real\n  duration_ms: 246000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo nigga, where was you at last night?\n  start_ms: 1640\n  end_ms: 4390\n- text: Yo nigga, we was up in that club, nigga\n  start_ms: 4390\n  end_ms: 5940\n- text: Them Syndicate niggas turned that shit off\n  start_ms: 5940\n  end_ms: 7610\n- text: (Yo, fuck them bitch ass niggas)\n  start_ms: 7610\n  end_ms: 9190\n- text: Yeah, them niggas got money\n  start_ms: 9190\n  end_ms: 9850\n- text: (Fuck all them Syndicate niggas, them niggas ain't shit)\n  start_ms: 9850\n  end_ms: 12720\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 12720\n  end_ms: 12820\n- text: (Motherfuckers think they run shit\n  start_ms: 12820\n  end_ms: 14040\n- text: '''Cause them'\n  start_ms: 14040\n  end_ms: 14480\n- text: Motherfuckers got a little bit of money and shit)\n  start_ms: 14480\n  end_ms: 16050\n- text: True, man\n  start_ms: 16050\n  end_ms: 16580\n- text: (Fuck that bitch ass yellow nigga, Ice-T too)\n  start_ms: 16580\n  end_ms: 19340\n- text: I don't like that nigga\n  start_ms: 19340\n  end_ms: 20250\n- text: (Fuck them niggas, right)\n  start_ms: 20250\n  end_ms: 22390\n- text: Fuck\n  start_ms: 22390\n  end_ms: 22990\n- text: (Niggas don't wanna see me, wanna see my motherf—)\n  start_ms: 22990\n  end_ms: 26350\n- text: Yo, fuck is that? 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Ugh\n\n  Now nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga please\n  I scratch MC's like dogs scratch fleas\n\n  Breeze, you competition, never flinchin'\n  Indo keep me high and I'm always on a mission\n  When it comes to gettin' down, I gets the lowest\n  Bank like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris\n  Only fuck with women with the cool smellin' coochie\n  Twistin' up shit just like Kristi Yamaguchi\n  So those who wanna step into the silk white cleats\n  Come get this lyrical ass whoopin' that's gon' last for weeks\n  We got freaks, hardcore hip-hop gangster beats\n  Niggas that'll do you, leave you dead in the street\n\n  Recognize true this, this is how we do this\n  Barrel to your motherfuckin' back, who's this?\n  It's the lyrical Rhyme Syndicate killa\n\n  And fuck all you niggas\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  The Rhyme Syndicate will never die\n  Well, let me tell you why\n  'Cause we the locs that's always gonna hoo ride\n\n  If you hear me, then I know you know the danger\n  I snatch mics from MC's, I'm overwhelmed with anger\n\n  Behavior of a maniac, that's all I have in me\n  Rhymes get brutal when I lock my mind and simply\n\n  Simply a menace, the gangster found in Guinness\n  The one last murderer that never served a sentence\n  Wiser than an Asian devoted to his books\n  I learned from ghetto crooks, gave up bangin' for a hook\n  Now I'm much, much stronger when my tonsils do get flexed\n  You wanna get hexed, then please just fuck with my set\n  Roll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\n  In search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\n  Man, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n  'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doin' dirt on the daily\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Kill or be destroyed, toyed with you niggas long enough\n  Now I'm strong enough to bust out handcuffs\n\n  Return of the rough, the rugged, so fuck it\n  Rollin' in a bucket, trackin' down my ducats\n  The fact that I be bustin', hoes lustin'\n  Blowin' fools away like wind gustin'\n  Head rushin' like headhunters\n\n  So I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n\n  Hear me, what I said? 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(party)\nYo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?\n(Party)\n\nRandy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\nNat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\nDonald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\nBronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (party)\nHenry-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\nMy man, Shaquel is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\nYo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\nYo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (party)\nAnd MC Taste is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\nMy man, Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\nYo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? (party)\n\nYo, yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree\nYou say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me (party)\nYou wanna get in, put a sucker's head out\nSound a little hot for you, boy, then, toy, get out (party)\nSyndicate mob ain't nothin' but hardened crooks\nYou try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook (party)\nWant some of me, you're on a mission\nBad move, you end up missin' (party)\n\nLet's get it straight for the '89 tip\nRandy Mac is clockin' a stupid grip (party)\nOn the party track I'm cold lampin'\nBut when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin' (party)\nYou thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped\nThe Mac is cuttin' records and punks are gettin' ripped (party)\nGangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by\nYou wanna sleep, well, it's lights out, beddy-bye (party)\n\nNotorious Asiatic, tough, talented, a power entertainer\nCatapultin' above the top (party)\nNat The Cat, too swift to be stopped\nI'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo flight (party)\nLookin' down on MC's faces full of fright and fear\nI slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear (party)\nEureka, I just struck a platinum fame\nIn the game things'll never be the same (party)\nBecause money changes everything\n\nOnce again comin' at you hyper\nDonald D, the Syndicate Sniper (party)\nBoston Strangler, Charles Manson\nNo matter what killer I mention, keep dancin' (party)\nFive Fingers Of Death, Fists Of Fury\nSt Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury (party)\nWanna convict me for kickin' black on wax\nI walk the street with a battle axe (party)\n\nLife ain't nothin' but a piece of existence\n'Cause when you die, you'se a past tense (party)\nSo I like to live my life like a big carnival\nGet drunk, act like an animal (party)\nI like the rock'n roll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop\nSuckers get loud, I drop 'em (party)\nI like the far fat thighs\nI'm Bronx Style, bring the beats and I'm not (party)\n\nBlack stallion, knockin' on concrete walls\nStandin' tall, rappers in my face, they stall (party)\nStutter, softer than melted butter\nThere's no other word, go ask your mother (party)\nHard solid as your city sidewalk\nBorn in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk (party)\nStrollin' with a slight limp\nFlyer than any big city pimp (party)\n\nGold, girls, cold cash\nOn the mic, Shaquel Shabazz (party)\nSupreme, the Lord, the G-O-D\nDown with the Syndicate posse (party)\nIt's you we rule without a tool\nMathematics in effect, it's time to school (party)\nI'm the principal, and knowledge is the key\nShaquel in the place to be (party)\n\nI climb a mountain top with just one rope\nGet to the top of the steep and say a rhyme that's dope (party)\n'Cause I'm a cliff hanger, no, I ain't a stranger\nYo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger (party)\nWanted by the FBI for transport of\nSucker MC's across the Syndicate borders (party)\nNo, they can't give me no time, 'cause these my rhymes\nEverlast, get funky for me one time (party)\n\nEverlast is in effect gettin' big respect\nThen I collect big checks (party)\n1's, 5's, 10's and 20's\nA 100 Gs and I'm pullin' honeys (party)\nLeft and right, day and night\nYou gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight (party)\nThey're all on the tip to get a sip\nOf this poetic performer that's fully equipped (party)\n\nY'all played yourselves right in front of the mic\nMove your body so that the feelin' was right (party)\nBut if you get lost, scream out and admit\nThat the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit (party)\nI'm not the kind to give you a call\nTo stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause (party)\nI give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\nIf that ain't enough, sit down 'til we're done (party)\n\nSyndicate scorned, you act obedient\nTired of your fish rhyme got ingredients (party)\nBlack on black while styles of Ice-T\nMind quicks of brothers that's gotta be (party)\nCirclin' ciphers into molecules\nTakin' over your space, that's illogical (party)\nThe vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks\nBe great from the break in a flat out rap (party)\n\nSyndicate posse growin', goin' out of control\nYou say we're weak, this record's shittin' gold (party)\nPower, strength, my posse got unity\nWe stick together, and we're soon to be (party)\nIn your town, we gonna bring the roof down\nIce-T and the Syndicate underground (party)\nNo sellouts, 'cause it's caps we peelin'\nGirls, we love em, and shows we steal 'em (party)\n\nKnowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery\nI drop science for the ones who know it's me (party)\nYou say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense\nI ain't conceited, I'm just convinced (party)\nStrapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin'\nThe mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen (party)\nThe pimp, the player, hustler, like a kicker\nWatch your girl, 'cause I stick her (party)\n\nNat The Cat, my man will rap, but when I'm playin' the back\nSome think my stage presence is low, I think it's loaded (party)\nThey never see me flowin' and showin'\nGo psycho breakin' backs like bolo\nGive me the mic, a metamorphosis ignite (party)\nI break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman\nAnd come out kickin' with the (party)\nRockin' rockers on a rappin' rampage\nIn control of the stage (party)\n\nThere's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat\nThe cat ran away, 'cause now there's a rat (party)\nI'm on the attack with my baseball bat\nThat one rap brought many of us back (party)\nAll through my house I set up traps\nIt seem like the rats have a map (party)\nBut nowadays I don't know how to act\nSo now I feed the rats crack (party)\n\nBack, and I'm statin' the fact\nI know you're waitin for a rap (party)\nTo make you get up and start to clap\nFor Bob, a Bronx Syndicate style (party)\nMore bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file\n'79, the time I was inclined (party)\nTo get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme\nHey yo, Ice Cube chillin (party)\n'Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin'\n\nImpressionalist, not a ventriloquist\nDon't hang out with suckers worth less than piss (party)\nSuckers can all come kiss the tip\nOf my knob, when I aim I don't miss(party)\nAim it to suckers that come around jockin'\nOn my tip when on the radio, my records be rockin'(party)\nDon't come frontin' askin' me for a pound\nYou ain't invited means you simply ain't down (party)\n\nWake up, it's time to be noticed\nI'ma do this, I'm gonna show this (party)\nBeat to be mathematical\nSyndicate's in the house, let's get radical (party)\nBum rush the show and grab the mic\nSyndicate's chilllin' out tonight (party)\nThey let me loose and now it's war\nBust again, said let the rhymes roar (party)\n\nGrab a partner and hit the dance floor\n'Cause I'm back to rock for you once more (party)\nI don't worry about what he said or she said\nAs long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed (party)\nThe Juvenile Committee's on my side\nAnd I'm kickin' knowledge on a natural high (party)\nAnd I'm feeling strong\nYo, take this mic and get the party on (party)\n\nThis is Mortal Combat, there ain't no comeback\nYou're tryin' to get with me, but you don't know where I'm at (party)\n'Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns\nJust a microphone, metaphors, words and puns (party)\nSentences and phrases, no clubs or razors\nNo mercy for a sucker that wages war (party)\nI'll take the floor, even the score\nGrab the microphone and proceed to roar (party)\n\nAre y'all set, all prepared to start?\nMove in close, 'cause here comes the dope part (party)\nBy the way, I'm the Taste with tracks\nCould talk but they, but here goes the facts (party)\nBrace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip\nProtect your clan 'cause we're about to trip (party)\nBass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide\nThe weak from the rest so the live can survive (party)\n\nSyndicate's housin' all competition\nWe have paralyzed a physical powerful vision (party)\nBut savage ignorants pop that's ignorant, listen\nDivine is no time for style (party)\nAnd I rock your grey matter with a smile\n'Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor (party)\nWith the knack, stylistic black\n\nThe reason we're bustin' these raps are what?\nTo make all you wack MC's shut up (party)\nYou're always buyin' rap records, jammin' deaf beats (go, go, go)\nThen dissin' rap artists out in the streets (party)\nYou always say our jams are whack, but yours'll be tight\nBut you never been near a studio in your life (party)\nYou see, disrespect is your last resort\nYou're like Howard Cosell, you never played this sport (party)\nBut you're always talkin' mess 'bout how it should be done\nAnd when we ask to hear your record, you never made one (party)\nSo this message goes to amateurs and pros alike\nWe're the MC's that cold be doggin' the mic (party)\n\nYou may be good, but there's no ones better\nWe rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater (party)\nFight dirty in the pit when combat is on\nWe always attack before attacked upon (party)\n\nYeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here\nWe tossin' it up (party)\nI got my man, Everlast, in the house\nTossin' it up, you know what I'm sayin'? (party)\nKid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here\nBut we gon' tore it up for them anyhow (party)\nWherever you are, you're a star\nRhyme Syndicate blowin' up like napalm (party)\nI got my man, Chilly Dee, DJin' on the set (party)\nAnd the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here\nYo, we outta here like last year (party)\nRhyme Syndicate\nWe gotta do it like the alphabet and A-B-C ya (party)\nYeah\nParty\nParty\n\nEverlast\nEverlast in full effect\nWhere's my gold record? (party)\nWhere's my record?\nWhere's my record?\nDivine Styler with Physical Poets, look out (party)\nMicrophone King Donald D the notorious, yeah (party)\nThis is Bronx Style Bob, what's up my dawg (party)\nNat The Cat, boy (party)\nRandy Mac, one in a million on your back, boy (party)\nYo, so we 'bout to get outta here\nSeems like the police is outside, man (party)\n(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)\nWhat, the police, man? (party)\nI knew somethin' had happened\nI was wonderin' why King Tee missed the party, man (party)\nYo, Randy Mac, you got some money?\n(Aw, you know what time it is, man)\nI gotta get (party)\nYeah, for some bail, buddy, we gotta","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.83] Yeah, yeah we got this\n[00:02.62] Party (okay, party people in the house)\n[00:06.59] Party (okay, party people in the house)\n[00:10.50] Party (okay, party people in the house)\n[00:14.40] Party\n[00:15.74] Yo yo, in the place to be\n[00:16.96] My name is MC Ice-T\n[00:18.66] I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me (party)\n[00:20.30] We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? (party)\n[00:23.02] Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?\n[00:26.38] (Party)\n[00:27.38] Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n[00:31.37] Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n[00:35.24] Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n[00:39.34] Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (party)\n[00:43.25] Henry-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n[00:46.87] My man, Shaquel is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n[00:50.85] Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n[00:54.99] Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (party)\n[00:58.98] And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n[01:02.93] My man, Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n[01:06.77] Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? (party)\n[01:10.91] Yo, yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree\n[01:13.78] You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me (party)\n[01:15.69] You wanna get in, put a sucker's head out\n[01:17.51] Sound a little hot for you, boy, then, toy, get out (party)\n[01:19.48] Syndicate mob ain't nothin' but hardened crooks\n[01:21.70] You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook (party)\n[01:23.65] Want some of me, you're on a mission\n[01:25.45] Bad move, you end up missin' (party)\n[01:27.55] Let's get it straight for the '89 tip\n[01:29.87] Randy Mac is clockin' a stupid grip (party)\n[01:31.77] On the party track I'm cold lampin'\n[01:33.55] But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin' (party)\n[01:35.47] You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped\n[01:37.38] The Mac is cuttin' records and punks are gettin' ripped (party)\n[01:39.48] Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by\n[01:41.63] You wanna sleep, well, it's lights out, beddy-bye (party)\n[01:43.14] Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented, a power entertainer\n[01:45.59] Catapultin' above the top (party)\n[01:46.97] Nat The Cat, too swift to be stopped\n[01:48.63] I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo flight (party)\n[01:50.78] Lookin' down on MC's faces full of fright and fear\n[01:52.33] I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear (party)\n[01:54.67] Eureka, I just struck a platinum fame\n[01:56.31] In the game things'll never be the same (party)\n[01:58.08] Because money changes everything\n[01:58.94] Once again comin' at you hyper\n[02:01.67] Donald D, the Syndicate Sniper (party)\n[02:03.66] Boston Strangler, Charles Manson\n[02:05.11] No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin' (party)\n[02:07.40] Five Fingers Of Death, Fists Of Fury\n[02:09.03] St Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury (party)\n[02:11.12] Wanna convict me for kickin' black on wax\n[02:13.38] I walk the street with a battle axe (party)\n[02:15.13] Life ain't nothin' but a piece of existence\n[02:17.33] 'Cause when you die, you'se a past tense (party)\n[02:19.64] So I like to live my life like a big carnival\n[02:21.64] Get drunk, act like an animal (party)\n[02:23.29] I like the rock'n roll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop\n[02:25.70] Suckers get loud, I drop 'em (party)\n[02:27.19] I like the far fat thighs\n[02:29.07] I'm Bronx Style, bring the beats and I'm not (party)\n[02:30.66] Black stallion, knockin' on concrete walls\n[02:32.83] Standin' tall, rappers in my face, they stall (party)\n[02:35.04] Stutter, softer than melted butter\n[02:37.14] There's no other word, go ask your mother (party)\n[02:39.13] Hard solid as your city sidewalk\n[02:40.57] Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk (party)\n[02:43.38] Strollin' with a slight limp\n[02:44.91] Flyer than any big city pimp (party)\n[02:46.94] Gold, girls, cold cash\n[02:49.11] On the mic, Shaquel Shabazz (party)\n[02:50.88] Supreme, the Lord, the G-O-D\n[02:52.76] Down with the Syndicate posse (party)\n[02:54.78] It's you we rule without a tool\n[02:56.37] Mathematics in effect, it's time to school (party)\n[02:58.74] I'm the principal, and knowledge is the key\n[03:00.90] Shaquel in the place to be (party)\n[03:02.43] I climb a mountain top with just one rope\n[03:04.51] Get to the top of the steep and say a rhyme that's dope (party)\n[03:06.32] 'Cause I'm a cliff hanger, no, I ain't a stranger\n[03:08.64] Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger (party)\n[03:10.95] Wanted by the FBI for transport of\n[03:12.84] Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders (party)\n[03:14.81] No, they can't give me no time, 'cause these my rhymes\n[03:17.07] Everlast, get funky for me one time (party)\n[03:18.59] Everlast is in effect gettin' big respect\n[03:21.07] Then I collect big checks (party)\n[03:22.80] 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's\n[03:24.78] A 100 Gs and I'm pullin' honeys (party)\n[03:26.85] Left and right, day and night\n[03:28.48] You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight (party)\n[03:30.44] They're all on the tip to get a sip\n[03:32.33] Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped (party)\n[03:34.32] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic\n[03:36.69] Move your body so that the feelin' was right (party)\n[03:38.67] But if you get lost, scream out and admit\n[03:40.24] That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit (party)\n[03:42.66] I'm not the kind to give you a call\n[03:44.55] To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause (party)\n[03:46.54] I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\n[03:48.40] If that ain't enough, sit down 'til we're done (party)\n[03:50.56] Syndicate scorned, you act obedient\n[03:52.62] Tired of your fish rhyme got ingredients (party)\n[03:54.67] Black on black while styles of Ice-T\n[03:56.54] Mind quicks of brothers that's gotta be (party)\n[03:58.59] Circlin' ciphers into molecules\n[04:00.41] Takin' over your space, that's illogical (party)\n[04:02.54] The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks\n[04:04.42] Be great from the break in a flat out rap (party)\n[04:06.42] Syndicate posse growin', goin' out of control\n[04:08.47] You say we're weak, this record's shittin' gold (party)\n[04:10.37] Power, strength, my posse got unity\n[04:12.65] We stick together, and we're soon to be (party)\n[04:14.41] In your town, we gonna bring the roof down\n[04:16.68] Ice-T and the Syndicate underground (party)\n[04:18.62] No sellouts, 'cause it's caps we peelin'\n[04:20.49] Girls, we love em, and shows we steal 'em (party)\n[04:22.24] Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery\n[04:24.42] I drop science for the ones who know it's me (party)\n[04:26.48] You say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense\n[04:28.50] I ain't conceited, I'm just convinced (party)\n[04:30.10] Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin'\n[04:32.21] The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen (party)\n[04:34.13] The pimp, the player, hustler, like a kicker\n[04:36.52] Watch your girl, 'cause I stick her (party)\n[04:37.90] Nat The Cat, my man will rap, but when I'm playin' the back\n[04:40.19] Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's loaded (party)\n[04:41.96] They never see me flowin' and showin'\n[04:43.17] Go psycho breakin' backs like bolo\n[04:44.64] Give me the mic, a metamorphosis ignite (party)\n[04:46.41] I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman\n[04:48.68] And come out kickin' with the (party)\n[04:50.01] Rockin' rockers on a rappin' rampage\n[04:51.72] In control of the stage (party)\n[04:53.95] There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat\n[04:56.14] The cat ran away, 'cause now there's a rat (party)\n[04:58.01] I'm on the attack with my baseball bat\n[05:00.26] That one rap brought many of us back (party)\n[05:02.09] All through my house I set up traps\n[05:04.04] It seem like the rats have a map (party)\n[05:05.97] But nowadays I don't know how to act\n[05:08.15] So now I feed the rats crack (party)\n[05:10.09] Back, and I'm statin' the fact\n[05:11.23] I know you're waitin for a rap (party)\n[05:12.47] To make you get up and start to clap\n[05:13.88] For Bob, a Bronx Syndicate style (party)\n[05:15.75] More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file\n[05:17.96] '79, the time I was inclined (party)\n[05:19.70] To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme\n[05:22.27] Hey yo, Ice Cube chillin (party)\n[05:23.34] 'Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin'\n[05:25.70] Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist\n[05:27.77] Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss (party)\n[05:30.26] Suckers can all come kiss the tip\n[05:32.12] Of my knob, when I aim I don't miss(party)\n[05:33.80] Aim it to suckers that come around jockin'\n[05:35.75] On my tip when on the radio, my records be rockin'(party)\n[05:37.82] Don't come frontin' askin' me for a pound\n[05:39.88] You ain't invited means you simply ain't down (party)\n[05:41.91] Wake up, it's time to be noticed\n[05:44.36] I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this (party)\n[05:45.79] Beat to be mathematical\n[05:47.89] Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical (party)\n[05:49.77] Bum rush the show and grab the mic\n[05:51.91] Syndicate's chilllin' out tonight (party)\n[05:53.63] They let me loose and now it's war\n[05:56.01] Bust again, said let the rhymes roar (party)\n[05:57.22] Grab a partner and hit the dance floor\n[05:59.99] 'Cause I'm back to rock for you once more (party)\n[06:01.81] I don't worry about what he said or she said\n[06:03.75] As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed (party)\n[06:05.96] The Juvenile Committee's on my side\n[06:07.85] And I'm kickin' knowledge on a natural high (party)\n[06:10.36] And I'm feeling strong\n[06:11.59] Yo, take this mic and get the party on (party)\n[06:13.52] This is Mortal Combat, there ain't no comeback\n[06:15.62] You're tryin' to get with me, but you don't know where I'm at (party)\n[06:17.54] 'Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns\n[06:19.48] Just a microphone, metaphors, words and puns (party)\n[06:21.64] Sentences and phrases, no clubs or razors\n[06:23.80] No mercy for a sucker that wages war (party)\n[06:25.72] I'll take the floor, even the score\n[06:27.64] Grab the microphone and proceed to roar (party)\n[06:29.29] Are y'all set, all prepared to start?\n[06:31.38] Move in close, 'cause here comes the dope part (party)\n[06:33.76] By the way, I'm the Taste with tracks\n[06:35.30] Could talk but they, but here goes the facts (party)\n[06:37.63] Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip\n[06:39.37] Protect your clan 'cause we're about to trip (party)\n[06:41.46] Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide\n[06:43.35] The weak from the rest so the live can survive (party)\n[06:45.43] Syndicate's housin' all competition\n[06:47.15] We have paralyzed a physical powerful vision (party)\n[06:49.25] But savage ignorants pop that's ignorant, listen\n[06:51.40] Divine is no time for style (party)\n[06:53.27] And I rock your grey matter with a smile\n[06:54.98] 'Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor (party)\n[06:57.12] With the knack, stylistic black\n[07:01.19] The reason we're bustin' these raps are what?\n[07:03.35] To make all you wack MC's shut up (party)\n[07:04.92] You're always buyin' rap records, jammin' deaf beats (go, go, go)\n[07:07.14] Then dissin' rap artists out in the streets (party)\n[07:08.91] You always say our jams are whack, but yours'll be tight\n[07:11.17] But you never been near a studio in your life (party)\n[07:13.09] You see, disrespect is your last resort\n[07:14.10] You're like Howard Cosell, you never played this sport (party)\n[07:17.09] But you're always talkin' mess 'bout how it should be done\n[07:19.03] And when we ask to hear your record, you never made one (party)\n[07:20.93] So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike\n[07:23.28] We're the MC's that cold be doggin' the mic (party)\n[07:24.95] You may be good, but there's no ones better\n[07:26.85] We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater (party)\n[07:28.91] Fight dirty in the pit when combat is on\n[07:31.09] We always attack before attacked upon (party)\n[07:33.23] Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here\n[07:35.98] We tossin' it up (party)\n[07:37.16] I got my man, Everlast, in the house\n[07:39.42] Tossin' it up, you know what I'm sayin'? (party)\n[07:41.02] Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here\n[07:43.33] But we gon' tore it up for them anyhow (party)\n[07:45.69] Wherever you are, you're a star\n[07:47.37] Rhyme Syndicate blowin' up like napalm (party)\n[07:49.55] I got my man, Chilly Dee, DJin' on the set (party)\n[07:51.94] And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here\n[07:54.51] Yo, we outta here like last year (party)\n[07:56.55] Rhyme Syndicate\n[07:57.50] We gotta do it like the alphabet and A-B-C ya (party)\n[08:02.38] Yeah\n[08:03.67] Party\n[08:07.49] Party\n[08:08.94] Everlast\n[08:09.49] Everlast in full effect\n[08:10.82] Where's my gold record? (party)\n[08:12.25] Where's my record?\n[08:13.26] Where's my record?\n[08:17.71] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out (party)\n[08:21.75] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah (party)\n[08:25.05] This is Bronx Style Bob, what's up my dawg (party)\n[08:30.73] Nat The Cat, boy (party)\n[08:33.49] Randy Mac, one in a million on your back, boy (party)\n[08:36.54] Yo, so we 'bout to get outta here\n[08:38.20] Seems like the police is outside, man (party)\n[08:39.93] (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)\n[08:43.34] What, the police, man? (party)\n[08:44.78] I knew somethin' had happened\n[08:45.96] I was wonderin' why King Tee missed the party, man (party)\n[08:48.13] Yo, Randy Mac, you got some money?\n[08:49.64] (Aw, you know what time it is, man)\n[08:51.09] I gotta get (party)\n[08:51.66] Yeah, for some bail, buddy, we gotta\n[08:53.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: What Ya Wanna Do?\n  artist: Ice-T & Rhyme Syndicate\n  album: The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech...Just Watch What You Say\n  duration_ms: 537913\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah we got this\n  start_ms: 830\n  end_ms: 2620\n- text: Party (okay, party people in the house)\n  start_ms: 2620\n  end_ms: 6590\n- text: Party (okay, party people in the house)\n  start_ms: 6590\n  end_ms: 10500\n- text: Party (okay, party people in the house)\n  start_ms: 10500\n  end_ms: 14400\n- text: Party\n  start_ms: 14400\n  end_ms: 15740\n- text: Yo yo, in the place to be\n  start_ms: 15740\n  end_ms: 16960\n- text: My name is MC Ice-T\n  start_ms: 16960\n  end_ms: 18660\n- text: I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me (party)\n  start_ms: 18660\n  end_ms: 20300\n- text: We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? (party)\n  start_ms: 20300\n  end_ms: 23020\n- text: Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?\n  start_ms: 23020\n  end_ms: 26380\n- text: (Party)\n  start_ms: 26380\n  end_ms: 27380\n- text: Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 27380\n  end_ms: 31370\n- text: Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 31370\n  end_ms: 35240\n- text: Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 35240\n  end_ms: 39340\n- text: Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 39340\n  end_ms: 43250\n- text: Henry-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n  start_ms: 43250\n  end_ms: 46870\n- text: My man, Shaquel is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 46870\n  end_ms: 50850\n- text: Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 50850\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 58980\n- text: And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  start_ms: 58980\n  end_ms: 62930\n- text: My man, Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n  start_ms: 62930\n  end_ms: 66770\n- text: Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? (party)\n  start_ms: 66770\n  end_ms: 70910\n- text: Yo, yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree\n  start_ms: 70910\n  end_ms: 73780\n- text: You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me (party)\n  start_ms: 73780\n  end_ms: 75690\n- text: You wanna get in, put a sucker's head out\n  start_ms: 75690\n  end_ms: 77510\n- text: Sound a little hot for you, boy, then, toy, get out (party)\n  start_ms: 77510\n  end_ms: 79480\n- text: Syndicate mob ain't nothin' but hardened crooks\n  start_ms: 79480\n  end_ms: 81700\n- text: You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook (party)\n  start_ms: 81700\n  end_ms: 83650\n- text: Want some of me, you're on a mission\n  start_ms: 83650\n  end_ms: 85450\n- text: Bad move, you end up missin' (party)\n  start_ms: 85450\n  end_ms: 87550\n- text: Let's get it straight for the '89 tip\n  start_ms: 87550\n  end_ms: 89870\n- text: Randy Mac is clockin' a stupid grip (party)\n  start_ms: 89870\n  end_ms: 91770\n- text: On the party track I'm cold lampin'\n  start_ms: 91770\n  end_ms: 93550\n- text: But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin' (party)\n  start_ms: 93550\n  end_ms: 95470\n- text: You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped\n  start_ms: 95470\n  end_ms: 97380\n- text: The Mac is cuttin' records and punks are gettin' ripped (party)\n  start_ms: 97380\n  end_ms: 99480\n- text: Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by\n  start_ms: 99480\n  end_ms: 101630\n- text: You wanna sleep, well, it's lights out, beddy-bye (party)\n  start_ms: 101630\n  end_ms: 103140\n- text: Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented, a power entertainer\n  start_ms: 103140\n  end_ms: 105590\n- text: Catapultin' above the top (party)\n  start_ms: 105590\n  end_ms: 106970\n- text: Nat The Cat, too swift to be stopped\n  start_ms: 106970\n  end_ms: 108630\n- text: I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo flight (party)\n  start_ms: 108630\n  end_ms: 110780\n- text: Lookin' down on MC's faces full of fright and fear\n  start_ms: 110780\n  end_ms: 112330\n- 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battle axe (party)\n  start_ms: 133380\n  end_ms: 135130\n- text: Life ain't nothin' but a piece of existence\n  start_ms: 135130\n  end_ms: 137330\n- text: '''Cause when you die, you''se a past tense (party)'\n  start_ms: 137330\n  end_ms: 139640\n- text: So I like to live my life like a big carnival\n  start_ms: 139640\n  end_ms: 141640\n- text: Get drunk, act like an animal (party)\n  start_ms: 141640\n  end_ms: 143290\n- text: I like the rock'n roll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop\n  start_ms: 143290\n  end_ms: 145700\n- text: Suckers get loud, I drop 'em (party)\n  start_ms: 145700\n  end_ms: 147190\n- text: I like the far fat thighs\n  start_ms: 147190\n  end_ms: 149070\n- text: I'm Bronx Style, bring the beats and I'm not (party)\n  start_ms: 149070\n  end_ms: 150660\n- text: Black stallion, knockin' on concrete walls\n  start_ms: 150660\n  end_ms: 152830\n- text: Standin' tall, rappers in my face, they stall (party)\n  start_ms: 152830\n  end_ms: 155040\n- text: Stutter, softer than melted butter\n  start_ms: 155040\n  end_ms: 157140\n- text: There's no other word, go ask your mother (party)\n  start_ms: 157140\n  end_ms: 159130\n- text: Hard solid as your city sidewalk\n  start_ms: 159130\n  end_ms: 160570\n- text: Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk (party)\n  start_ms: 160570\n  end_ms: 163380\n- text: Strollin' with a slight limp\n  start_ms: 163380\n  end_ms: 164910\n- text: Flyer than any big city pimp (party)\n  start_ms: 164910\n  end_ms: 166940\n- text: Gold, girls, cold cash\n  start_ms: 166940\n  end_ms: 169110\n- text: On the mic, Shaquel Shabazz (party)\n  start_ms: 169110\n  end_ms: 170880\n- text: Supreme, the Lord, the G-O-D\n  start_ms: 170880\n  end_ms: 172760\n- text: Down with the Syndicate posse (party)\n  start_ms: 172760\n  end_ms: 174780\n- text: It's you we rule without a tool\n  start_ms: 174780\n  end_ms: 176370\n- text: Mathematics in effect, it's time to school (party)\n  start_ms: 176370\n  end_ms: 178740\n- text: I'm the principal, and knowledge is the key\n  start_ms: 178740\n  end_ms: 180900\n- text: Shaquel in the place to be (party)\n  start_ms: 180900\n  end_ms: 182430\n- text: I climb a mountain top with just one rope\n  start_ms: 182430\n  end_ms: 184510\n- text: Get to the top of the steep and say a rhyme that's dope (party)\n  start_ms: 184510\n  end_ms: 186320\n- text: '''Cause I''m a cliff hanger, no, I ain''t a stranger'\n  start_ms: 186320\n  end_ms: 188640\n- text: Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger (party)\n  start_ms: 188640\n  end_ms: 190950\n- text: Wanted by the FBI for transport of\n  start_ms: 190950\n  end_ms: 192840\n- text: Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders (party)\n  start_ms: 192840\n  end_ms: 194810\n- text: No, they can't give me no time, 'cause these my rhymes\n  start_ms: 194810\n  end_ms: 197070\n- text: Everlast, get funky for me one time (party)\n  start_ms: 197070\n  end_ms: 198590\n- text: Everlast is in effect gettin' big respect\n  start_ms: 198590\n  end_ms: 201070\n- text: Then I collect big checks (party)\n  start_ms: 201070\n  end_ms: 202800\n- text: 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's\n  start_ms: 202800\n  end_ms: 204780\n- text: A 100 Gs and I'm pullin' honeys (party)\n  start_ms: 204780\n  end_ms: 206850\n- text: Left and right, day and night\n  start_ms: 206850\n  end_ms: 208480\n- text: You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight (party)\n  start_ms: 208480\n  end_ms: 210440\n- text: They're all on the tip to get a sip\n  start_ms: 210440\n  end_ms: 212330\n- text: Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped (party)\n  start_ms: 212330\n  end_ms: 214320\n- text: Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic\n  start_ms: 214320\n  end_ms: 216690\n- text: Move your body so that the feelin' was right (party)\n  start_ms: 216690\n  end_ms: 218670\n- text: But if you get lost, scream out and admit\n  start_ms: 218670\n  end_ms: 220240\n- text: That the beat's too fast, slow it down or I quit (party)\n  start_ms: 220240\n  end_ms: 222660\n- text: I'm not the kind to give you a call\n  start_ms: 222660\n  end_ms: 224550\n- text: To stop on a rap that I lead, so I pause (party)\n  start_ms: 224550\n  end_ms: 226540\n- text: I give you 5, 4, 3, 2, 1\n  start_ms: 226540\n  end_ms: 228400\n- text: If that ain't enough, sit down 'til we're done (party)\n  start_ms: 228400\n  end_ms: 230560\n- text: Syndicate scorned, you act obedient\n  start_ms: 230560\n  end_ms: 232620\n- text: Tired of your fish rhyme got ingredients (party)\n  start_ms: 232620\n  end_ms: 234670\n- text: Black on black while styles of Ice-T\n  start_ms: 234670\n  end_ms: 236540\n- text: Mind quicks of brothers that's gotta be (party)\n  start_ms: 236540\n  end_ms: 238590\n- text: Circlin' ciphers into molecules\n  start_ms: 238590\n  end_ms: 240410\n- text: Takin' over your space, that's illogical (party)\n  start_ms: 240410\n  end_ms: 242540\n- text: The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks\n  start_ms: 242540\n  end_ms: 244420\n- text: Be great from the break in a flat out rap (party)\n  start_ms: 244420\n  end_ms: 246420\n- text: Syndicate posse growin', goin' out of control\n  start_ms: 246420\n  end_ms: 248470\n- text: You say we're weak, this record's shittin' gold (party)\n  start_ms: 248470\n  end_ms: 250370\n- text: Power, strength, my posse got unity\n  start_ms: 250370\n  end_ms: 252650\n- text: We stick together, and we're soon to be (party)\n  start_ms: 252650\n  end_ms: 254410\n- text: In your town, we gonna bring the roof down\n  start_ms: 254410\n  end_ms: 256680\n- text: Ice-T and the Syndicate underground (party)\n  start_ms: 256680\n  end_ms: 258620\n- text: No sellouts, 'cause it's caps we peelin'\n  start_ms: 258620\n  end_ms: 260490\n- text: Girls, we love em, and shows we steal 'em (party)\n  start_ms: 260490\n  end_ms: 262240\n- text: Knowledge and wisdom, it's a mystery\n  start_ms: 262240\n  end_ms: 264420\n- text: I drop science for the ones who know it's me (party)\n  start_ms: 264420\n  end_ms: 266480\n- text: You say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense\n  start_ms: 266480\n  end_ms: 268500\n- text: I ain't conceited, I'm just convinced (party)\n  start_ms: 268500\n  end_ms: 270100\n- text: Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin'\n  start_ms: 270100\n  end_ms: 272210\n- text: The mic, the mixer, then the show is stolen (party)\n  start_ms: 272210\n  end_ms: 274130\n- text: The pimp, the player, hustler, like a kicker\n  start_ms: 274130\n  end_ms: 276520\n- text: Watch your girl, 'cause I stick her (party)\n  start_ms: 276520\n  end_ms: 277900\n- text: Nat The Cat, my man will rap, but when I'm playin' the back\n  start_ms: 277900\n  end_ms: 280190\n- text: Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's loaded (party)\n  start_ms: 280190\n  end_ms: 281960\n- text: They never see me flowin' and showin'\n  start_ms: 281960\n  end_ms: 283170\n- text: Go psycho breakin' backs like bolo\n  start_ms: 283170\n  end_ms: 284640\n- text: Give me the mic, a metamorphosis ignite (party)\n  start_ms: 284640\n  end_ms: 286410\n- text: I break down on a cat stand, I kill ya like a hitman\n  start_ms: 286410\n  end_ms: 288680\n- text: And come out kickin' with the (party)\n  start_ms: 288680\n  end_ms: 290010\n- text: Rockin' rockers on a rappin' rampage\n  start_ms: 290010\n  end_ms: 291720\n- text: In control of the stage (party)\n  start_ms: 291720\n  end_ms: 293950\n- text: There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat\n  start_ms: 293950\n  end_ms: 296140\n- text: The cat ran away, 'cause now there's a rat (party)\n  start_ms: 296140\n  end_ms: 298010\n- text: I'm on the attack with my baseball bat\n  start_ms: 298010\n  end_ms: 300260\n- text: That one rap brought many of us back (party)\n  start_ms: 300260\n  end_ms: 302090\n- text: All through my house I set up traps\n  start_ms: 302090\n  end_ms: 304040\n- text: It seem like the rats have a map (party)\n  start_ms: 304040\n  end_ms: 305970\n- text: But nowadays I don't know how to act\n  start_ms: 305970\n  end_ms: 308150\n- text: So now I feed the rats crack (party)\n  start_ms: 308150\n  end_ms: 310090\n- text: Back, and I'm statin' the fact\n  start_ms: 310090\n  end_ms: 311230\n- text: I know you're waitin for a rap (party)\n  start_ms: 311230\n  end_ms: 312470\n- text: To make you get up and start to clap\n  start_ms: 312470\n  end_ms: 313880\n- text: For Bob, a Bronx Syndicate style (party)\n  start_ms: 313880\n  end_ms: 315750\n- text: More bounce to the ounce and trizzy to the file\n  start_ms: 315750\n  end_ms: 317960\n- text: '''79, the time I was inclined (party)'\n  start_ms: 317960\n  end_ms: 319700\n- text: To get smooth and prove that I can rock a funk rhyme\n  start_ms: 319700\n  end_ms: 322270\n- text: Hey yo, Ice Cube chillin (party)\n  start_ms: 322270\n  end_ms: 323340\n- text: '''Cause we got the gats and knack to see the kids top billin'''\n  start_ms: 323340\n  end_ms: 325700\n- text: Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist\n  start_ms: 325700\n  end_ms: 327770\n- text: Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss (party)\n  start_ms: 327770\n  end_ms: 330260\n- text: Suckers can all come kiss the tip\n  start_ms: 330260\n  end_ms: 332120\n- text: Of my knob, when I aim I don't miss(party)\n  start_ms: 332120\n  end_ms: 333800\n- text: Aim it to suckers that come around jockin'\n  start_ms: 333800\n  end_ms: 335750\n- text: On my tip when on the radio, my records be rockin'(party)\n  start_ms: 335750\n  end_ms: 337820\n- text: Don't come frontin' askin' me for a pound\n  start_ms: 337820\n  end_ms: 339880\n- text: You ain't invited means you simply ain't down (party)\n  start_ms: 339880\n  end_ms: 341910\n- text: Wake up, it's time to be noticed\n  start_ms: 341910\n  end_ms: 344360\n- text: I'ma do this, I'm gonna show this (party)\n  start_ms: 344360\n  end_ms: 345790\n- text: Beat to be mathematical\n  start_ms: 345790\n  end_ms: 347890\n- text: Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical (party)\n  start_ms: 347890\n  end_ms: 349770\n- text: Bum rush the show and grab the mic\n  start_ms: 349770\n  end_ms: 351910\n- text: Syndicate's chilllin' out tonight (party)\n  start_ms: 351910\n  end_ms: 353630\n- text: They let me loose and now it's war\n  start_ms: 353630\n  end_ms: 356010\n- text: Bust again, said let the rhymes roar (party)\n  start_ms: 356010\n  end_ms: 357220\n- text: Grab a partner and hit the dance floor\n  start_ms: 357220\n  end_ms: 359990\n- text: '''Cause I''m back to rock for you once more (party)'\n  start_ms: 359990\n  end_ms: 361810\n- text: I don't worry about what he said or she said\n  start_ms: 361810\n  end_ms: 363750\n- text: As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed (party)\n  start_ms: 363750\n  end_ms: 365960\n- text: The Juvenile Committee's on my side\n  start_ms: 365960\n  end_ms: 367850\n- text: And I'm kickin' knowledge on a natural high (party)\n  start_ms: 367850\n  end_ms: 370360\n- text: And I'm feeling strong\n  start_ms: 370360\n  end_ms: 371590\n- text: Yo, take this mic and get the party on (party)\n  start_ms: 371590\n  end_ms: 373520\n- text: This is Mortal Combat, there ain't no comeback\n  start_ms: 373520\n  end_ms: 375620\n- text: You're tryin' to get with me, but you don't know where I'm at (party)\n  start_ms: 375620\n  end_ms: 377540\n- text: '''Cause in this world there''s no bombs or guns'\n  start_ms: 377540\n  end_ms: 379480\n- text: Just a microphone, metaphors, words and puns (party)\n  start_ms: 379480\n  end_ms: 381640\n- text: Sentences and phrases, no clubs or razors\n  start_ms: 381640\n  end_ms: 383800\n- text: No mercy for a sucker that wages war (party)\n  start_ms: 383800\n  end_ms: 385720\n- text: I'll take the floor, even the score\n  start_ms: 385720\n  end_ms: 387640\n- text: Grab the microphone and proceed to roar (party)\n  start_ms: 387640\n  end_ms: 389290\n- text: Are y'all set, all prepared to start?\n  start_ms: 389290\n  end_ms: 391380\n- text: Move in close, 'cause here comes the dope part (party)\n  start_ms: 391380\n  end_ms: 393760\n- text: By the way, I'm the Taste with tracks\n  start_ms: 393760\n  end_ms: 395300\n- text: Could talk but they, but here goes the facts (party)\n  start_ms: 395300\n  end_ms: 397630\n- text: Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip\n  start_ms: 397630\n  end_ms: 399370\n- text: Protect your clan 'cause we're about to trip (party)\n  start_ms: 399370\n  end_ms: 401460\n- text: Bass reflex, the kicks that drive, divide\n  start_ms: 401460\n  end_ms: 403350\n- text: The weak from the rest so the live can survive (party)\n  start_ms: 403350\n  end_ms: 405430\n- text: Syndicate's housin' all competition\n  start_ms: 405430\n  end_ms: 407150\n- text: We have paralyzed a physical powerful vision (party)\n  start_ms: 407150\n  end_ms: 409250\n- text: But savage ignorants pop that's ignorant, listen\n  start_ms: 409250\n  end_ms: 411400\n- text: Divine is no time for style (party)\n  start_ms: 411400\n  end_ms: 413270\n- text: And I rock your grey matter with a smile\n  start_ms: 413270\n  end_ms: 414980\n- text: '''Cause I''m the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor (party)'\n  start_ms: 414980\n  end_ms: 417120\n- text: With the knack, stylistic black\n  start_ms: 417120\n  end_ms: 421190\n- text: The reason we're bustin' these raps are what?\n  start_ms: 421190\n  end_ms: 423350\n- text: To make all you wack MC's shut up (party)\n  start_ms: 423350\n  end_ms: 424920\n- text: You're always buyin' rap records, jammin' deaf beats (go, go, go)\n  start_ms: 424920\n  end_ms: 427140\n- text: Then dissin' rap artists out in the streets (party)\n  start_ms: 427140\n  end_ms: 428910\n- text: You always say our jams are whack, but yours'll be tight\n  start_ms: 428910\n  end_ms: 431170\n- text: But you never been near a studio in your life (party)\n  start_ms: 431170\n  end_ms: 433090\n- text: You see, disrespect is your last resort\n  start_ms: 433090\n  end_ms: 434100\n- text: You're like Howard Cosell, you never played this sport (party)\n  start_ms: 434100\n  end_ms: 437090\n- text: But you're always talkin' mess 'bout how it should be done\n  start_ms: 437090\n  end_ms: 439030\n- text: And when we ask to hear your record, you never made one (party)\n  start_ms: 439030\n  end_ms: 440930\n- text: So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike\n  start_ms: 440930\n  end_ms: 443280\n- text: We're the MC's that cold be doggin' the mic (party)\n  start_ms: 443280\n  end_ms: 444950\n- text: You may be good, but there's no ones better\n  start_ms: 444950\n  end_ms: 446850\n- text: We rock you so cold, you need a cashmere sweater (party)\n  start_ms: 446850\n  end_ms: 448910\n- text: Fight dirty in the pit when combat is on\n  start_ms: 448910\n  end_ms: 451090\n- text: We always attack before attacked upon (party)\n  start_ms: 451090\n  end_ms: 453230\n- text: Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate, we in here\n  start_ms: 453230\n  end_ms: 455980\n- text: We tossin' it up (party)\n  start_ms: 455980\n  end_ms: 457160\n- text: I got my man, Everlast, in the house\n  start_ms: 457160\n  end_ms: 459420\n- text: Tossin' it up, you know what I'm sayin'? 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(party)\n  Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do?\n  (Party)\n\n  Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Henry-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n  My man, Shaquel is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Yo, Toddy Tee is in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (party)\n  Yo, Everlast is in the house, come on, what you wanna do? (party)\n  And MC Taste is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (party)\n  My man, Divine is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (party)\n  Yo yo, I'm about to kick this party up, is that alright? (party)\n\n  Yo, yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree\n  You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me (party)\n  You wanna get in, put a sucker's head out\n  Sound a little hot for you, boy, then, toy, get out (party)\n  Syndicate mob ain't nothin' but hardened crooks\n  You try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook (party)\n  Want some of me, you're on a mission\n  Bad move, you end up missin' (party)\n\n  Let's get it straight for the '89 tip\n  Randy Mac is clockin' a stupid grip (party)\n  On the party track I'm cold lampin'\n  But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin' (party)\n  You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped\n  The Mac is cuttin' records and punks are gettin' ripped (party)\n  Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by\n  You wanna sleep, well, it's lights out, beddy-bye (party)\n\n  Notorious Asiatic, tough, talented, a power entertainer\n  Catapultin' above the top (party)\n  Nat The Cat, too swift to be stopped\n  I'm like Jordan, a team player on a solo 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knockin' on concrete walls\n  Standin' tall, rappers in my face, they stall (party)\n  Stutter, softer than melted butter\n  There's no other word, go ask your mother (party)\n  Hard solid as your city sidewalk\n  Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk (party)\n  Strollin' with a slight limp\n  Flyer than any big city pimp (party)\n\n  Gold, girls, cold cash\n  On the mic, Shaquel Shabazz (party)\n  Supreme, the Lord, the G-O-D\n  Down with the Syndicate posse (party)\n  It's you we rule without a tool\n  Mathematics in effect, it's time to school (party)\n  I'm the principal, and knowledge is the key\n  Shaquel in the place to be (party)\n\n  I climb a mountain top with just one rope\n  Get to the top of the steep and say a rhyme that's dope (party)\n  'Cause I'm a cliff hanger, no, I ain't a stranger\n  Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger (party)\n  Wanted by the FBI for transport of\n  Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders (party)\n  No, they can't 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(party)\n  I don't worry about what he said or she said\n  As long as what's said-said is done-done in my bed (party)\n  The Juvenile Committee's on my side\n  And I'm kickin' knowledge on a natural high (party)\n  And I'm feeling strong\n  Yo, take this mic and get the party on (party)\n\n  This is Mortal Combat, there ain't no comeback\n  You're tryin' to get with me, but you don't know where I'm at (party)\n  'Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns\n  Just a microphone, metaphors, words and puns (party)\n  Sentences and phrases, no clubs or razors\n  No mercy for a sucker that wages war (party)\n  I'll take the floor, even the score\n  Grab the microphone and proceed to roar (party)\n\n  Are y'all set, all prepared to start?\n  Move in close, 'cause here comes the dope part (party)\n  By the way, I'm the Taste with tracks\n  Could talk but they, but here goes the facts (party)\n  Brace yourself, you shoulda grabbed a grip\n  Protect your clan 'cause we're about to trip 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(party)\n  Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here\n  But we gon' tore it up for them anyhow (party)\n  Wherever you are, you're a star\n  Rhyme Syndicate blowin' up like napalm (party)\n  I got my man, Chilly Dee, DJin' on the set (party)\n  And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here\n  Yo, we outta here like last year (party)\n  Rhyme Syndicate\n  We gotta do it like the alphabet and A-B-C ya (party)\n  Yeah\n  Party\n  Party\n\n  Everlast\n  Everlast in full effect\n  Where's my gold record? (party)\n  Where's my record?\n  Where's my record?\n  Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out (party)\n  Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah (party)\n  This is Bronx Style Bob, what's up my dawg (party)\n  Nat The Cat, boy (party)\n  Randy Mac, one in a million on your back, boy (party)\n  Yo, so we 'bout to get outta here\n  Seems like the police is outside, man (party)\n  (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam)\n  What, the police, man? 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Then please just fuck with my set\nRoll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\nIn search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\nMan, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nKilla be destroyin' (Destroyin')\n\nWith you niggas long enough, now I'm strong enough\nTo bust out handcuffs, return of the rough\nThe rugged, so fuck it, rollin' in a bucket\nTrackin' down my duckets, the fact that I be bustin'\nHoes lustin', blowin' fools away like wind gustin'\nHead rushin' like head hunters\nSo I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n\nHear me, what I said? It's the Syndicate\nI yearn for the day we call it tourniquet\nTo pinch off all busters who ain't earnin' it\nI'm burnin' it with killers, dealers, car stealers\nCat peelers, big wheelers, cool like a chinchilla\nLivin' in a villa, so nigga pass the Millers\nAnd let me take you back to the days of croaker sacks and Cadillacs\nWhen niggas broke they back on they feet to make ends meet\nWe roll deep in the midnight hour on the creep\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.66] Yo, nigga, where was you at last night?\n[00:04.34] Yo, nigga, we was up in that club, nigga\n[00:05.96] Them Syndicate niggas turned that shit off\n[00:07.71] Man, fuck them bitch ass niggas\n[00:09.86] Fuck all them Syndicate niggas, them niggas ain't shit\n[00:12.98] Motherfuckers think they run shit\n[00:14.16] 'Cause them motherfuckers got a lil' bit of money and shit\n[00:16.15] Fuck that bitch ass yellow nigga Ice-T too\n[00:19.33] I don't like that nigga, fuck them niggas, right?\n[00:22.34] Fuck 'em, niggas don't wanna see me\n[00:24.70] They wanna see my motherfucking\n[00:26.38] Yo, fuck is that?\n[00:32.04] Now nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga please\n[00:35.09] I scratch MC's like dogs scratch fleas\n[00:37.53] Breeze, you competition, never flinchin'\n[00:40.08] Indo keep me high and I'm always on a mission\n[00:42.81] When it comes to getting down, I gets the lowest\n[00:45.46] Bank like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris\n[00:48.25] Only fuck with women with the cool smelling coochie\n[00:50.86] Twisting up shit just like Kristi Yamaguchi\n[00:53.32] So those who wanna step into the silk white cleats\n[00:55.65] Come get this lyrical ass whooping that's gon' last for weeks\n[00:58.43] We got freaks, hardcore hip-hop gangster beats\n[01:01.52] Niggas that'll do you, leave you dead in the streets\n[01:03.84] Recognize true this, this is how we do this\n[01:06.80] Barrel to your motherfucking back, who's this?\n[01:09.41] It's the lyrical Rhyme Syndicate killer\n[01:12.61] And fuck all you niggas\n[01:14.83] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[01:16.44] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n[01:20.10] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[01:25.48] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[01:27.17] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n[01:30.85] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[01:36.30] The Rhyme Syndicate will never die\n[01:38.33] Well, let me tell you why, 'cause we\n[01:39.74] The locs that's always gonna hoo-ride\n[01:41.86] If you hear me then I know you know the danger\n[01:44.09] I snatch mics from MC's, I'm overwhelmed with anger\n[01:46.78] Behavior of a maniac, that's all I have in me\n[01:49.50] Rhymes get brutal when I lock my mind and\n[01:52.29] Simply a menace, the gangster found in Guinness\n[01:54.76] The one last murderer that never served a sentence\n[01:57.54] Wiser than an Asian devoted to his books\n[02:00.09] I learned from ghetto crooks, gave up banging for a hook\n[02:02.59] Now I'm much much stronger when my tonsils do get flexed\n[02:05.43] You wanna get hexed? 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Then please just fuck with my set\nRoll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\nIn search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\nMan, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nKilla be destroyin' (Destroyin')\n\nWith you niggas long enough, now I'm strong enough\nTo bust out handcuffs, return of the rough\nThe rugged, so fuck it, rollin' in a bucket\nTrackin' down my duckets, the fact that I be bustin'\nHoes lustin', blowin' fools away like wind gustin'\nHead rushin' like head hunters\nSo I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n\nHear me, what I said? It's the Syndicate\nI yearn for the day we call it tourniquet\nTo pinch off all busters who ain't earnin' it\nI'm burnin' it with killers, dealers, car stealers\nCat peelers, big wheelers, cool like a chinchilla\nLivin' in a villa, so nigga pass the Millers\nAnd let me take you back to the days of croaker sacks and Cadillacs\nWhen niggas broke they back on they feet to make ends meet\nWe roll deep in the midnight hour on the creep\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\nNow you wanna fuck with us\n'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\nSyndicate forever, posse of the clever","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.66] Yo, nigga, where was you at last night?\n[00:04.34] Yo, nigga, we was up in that club, nigga\n[00:05.96] Them Syndicate niggas turned that shit off\n[00:07.71] Man, fuck them bitch ass niggas\n[00:09.86] Fuck all them Syndicate niggas, them niggas ain't shit\n[00:12.98] Motherfuckers think they run shit\n[00:14.16] 'Cause them motherfuckers got a lil' bit of money and shit\n[00:16.15] Fuck that bitch ass yellow nigga Ice-T too\n[00:19.33] I don't like that nigga, fuck them niggas, right?\n[00:22.34] Fuck 'em, niggas don't wanna see me\n[00:24.70] They wanna see my motherfucking\n[00:26.38] Yo, fuck is that?\n[00:32.04] Now nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga nigga please\n[00:35.09] I scratch MC's like dogs scratch fleas\n[00:37.53] Breeze, you competition, never flinchin'\n[00:40.08] Indo keep me high and I'm always on a mission\n[00:42.81] When it comes to getting down, I gets the lowest\n[00:45.46] Bank like George Foreman, kick ass like Chuck Norris\n[00:48.25] Only fuck with women with the cool smelling coochie\n[00:50.86] Twisting up shit just like Kristi Yamaguchi\n[00:53.32] So those who wanna step into the silk white cleats\n[00:55.65] Come get this lyrical ass whooping that's gon' last for weeks\n[00:58.43] We got freaks, hardcore hip-hop gangster beats\n[01:01.52] Niggas that'll do you, leave you dead in the streets\n[01:03.84] Recognize true this, this is how we do this\n[01:06.80] Barrel to your motherfucking back, who's this?\n[01:09.41] It's the lyrical Rhyme Syndicate killer\n[01:12.61] And fuck all you niggas\n[01:14.83] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[01:16.44] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n[01:20.10] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[01:25.48] Now you wanna fuck with us\n[01:27.17] 'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n[01:30.85] Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n[01:36.30] The Rhyme Syndicate will never die\n[01:38.33] Well, let me tell you why, 'cause we\n[01:39.74] The locs that's always gonna hoo-ride\n[01:41.86] If you hear me then I know you know the danger\n[01:44.09] I snatch mics from MC's, I'm overwhelmed with anger\n[01:46.78] Behavior of a maniac, that's all I have in me\n[01:49.50] Rhymes get brutal when I lock my mind and\n[01:52.29] Simply a menace, the gangster found in Guinness\n[01:54.76] The one last murderer that never served a sentence\n[01:57.54] Wiser than an Asian devoted to his books\n[02:00.09] I learned from ghetto crooks, gave up banging for a hook\n[02:02.59] Now I'm much much stronger when my tonsils do get flexed\n[02:05.43] You wanna get hexed? 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Then please just fuck with my set\n  Roll a '95 Caddy, we use it like a hearse\n  In search for little punks that think they down 'cause they cursed\n  Man, fuck you motherfuckers, you ain't shit, you ain't crazy\n  'Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Killa be destroyin' (Destroyin')\n\n  With you niggas long enough, now I'm strong enough\n  To bust out handcuffs, return of the rough\n  The rugged, so fuck it, rollin' in a bucket\n  Trackin' down my duckets, the fact that I be bustin'\n  Hoes lustin', blowin' fools away like wind gustin'\n  Head rushin' like head hunters\n  So I hunt heads, leavin' fools dead in the red\n\n  Hear me, what I said? It's the Syndicate\n  I yearn for the day we call it tourniquet\n  To pinch off all busters who ain't earnin' it\n  I'm burnin' it with killers, dealers, car stealers\n  Cat peelers, big wheelers, cool like a chinchilla\n  Livin' in a villa, so nigga pass the Millers\n  And let me take you back to the days of croaker sacks and Cadillacs\n  When niggas broke they back on they feet to make ends meet\n  We roll deep in the midnight hour on the creep\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n\n  Now you wanna fuck with us\n  'Cause you recognize game, you recognize a real motherfucker\n  Syndicate forever, posse of the clever\n"}]