What Ya Wanna Do?

Party
Okay party people in the house
Party
Okay party people in the house
Party
Okay party people in the house
Party
Yo yo  in the place to be
My name is MC Ice-T
I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me
We about to tear stuff up  y'all feel good
Yo  what the hell y'all wanna do
Syndicate  tonight
What you wanna do  (Party )
Randy Mac in the place to be
What you wanna do  (Party )
Nat The Cat  you're in the house tonight
What you wanna do  (Party )
Donald-D is in the place to be
What you wanna do  (Party )
Bronx Style Bob is in the house
What you wanna do  (Party )
Hen-Gee is in the house
What you wanna do  homeboy  (Party )
My man Shaquel is in the place to be
What you wanna do  (Party )
Yo  Toddy Tee is in the house tonight
What you wanna do  (Party )
Yo  Everlast is in the house
Come on  what you wanna do  (Party )
And MC Taste is in the place to be
What you wanna do  (Party )
My man Divine is in the house
What you wanna do  homeboy  (Party )
Yo yo  I'm about to kick this party up
Is that alright
Yo  Yo  MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree
You say you wanna be down
You gotta talk to me
You wanna get in
Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you  boy
Then  toy  get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You try to diss  your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me
You're on a mission
Bad move  you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip
On the party track I'm cold lampin
But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin
You thought I fell off
I ain't even slipped
The Mac is cuttin records
And punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am
Bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep
Well  it's lights out  beddy-bye
Notorious Asiatic  tough  talented
A power entertainer
Catapultin above the top
Nat The Cat  too swift to be stopped
I'm like Jordan  a team player on a solo flight
Lookin down on
MC's faces full of fright and fear
I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear
Heureka  I just struck a platinum fame
In the game things'll never be the same
Because money changes everything
Once again comin at you hyper
Donald D the Syndicate Sniper
Boston Strangler  Charles Manson
No matter what killer I mention
Keep dancin
Five Fingers Of Deat Fists Of Fury
St  Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury
Wanna convict me for kickin black on wax
I walk the street with a battle axe
Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence
Cause when you die  you'se a past tense
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk  act like an animal
I like the rock'n rolll  the funk
The jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get loud  I drop em
I like
I'm Bronx Bob  bring the beats and I'm
Black stallion  knockin on concrete walls
Standin tall  rappers in my face  they stall
Stutter  softer than melted butter
There's no other word  go ask your mother
Hard solid as your city
Born in Brooklyn
Can tell by the way that I walk and talk
Strollin with a slight limp
Flyer than any big city pimp
Gold  girls  cold cash
On the mic Shaquel Shabazz
Supreme  the Lord  the G-o-d
Down with the Syndicate posse
It's you we rule without a tool
Mathematics in effect  it's time to school
I'm the principal and knowledge is the key
Shaquel in the place to be
I climb a mountain top with just one rope
Get to the top of the stairs
And say a rhyme that's d**e
Cause I'm a cliffhanger
No  I ain't a stranger
Yo  I'm Toddy Tee
And I'm a Compton banger
Wanted by the F B I  for transport of
Sucker MC's across the Syndicate borders
No  they can't give me no time
Cause it's my rhyme
Everlast  get funky for me one time
Everlast is in effect gettin big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's  5's  10's and 20's
A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right  day and night
You gotta see it to believe it
It's quite a sight
They're all on the tip to get a sip
Of this poetic performer
That's fully equipped
Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic
Moved your body so that the feelin was right
But if you get lost scream out and admit
That the beat's too fast
Slow it down or I quit
I'm not the kind to give you a call
To stop on a rap that I lead  so I pause
I give you 5  4  3  2  1
If that ain't enough
Sit down till we're done
Syndicate scorned  you act obedient
Tired of your fish rhyme ingredients
Black on black while styles
Of brothers that's gotta be
Circlin cyphers into molecules
Takin over your space  that's illogical
The vocal chords on a board with 24 tracks
Get away from the break gotta rap
Syndicate posse growin
Goin out of control
You say we're weak
This record's shippin gold
Power  strength
My posse got unity
We stick together and we're soon to be
In your town
We gonna bring the roof down
Ice-T and the syndicate underground
No selll-outs  cause it's caps we peelin
Girls we love em
And shows we steal em
Knowledge and wisdom
It's a mystery
I drop science for the ones
Who know it's me
You say I'm d**e  cool
It makes sense
I ain't conceited
I'm just convinced
Strapped for the attack Randy Mac is rollin
The mic  the mixer
Then the show is stolen
The pimp  the player  hustler kicker
Watch your girl  cause I stick her
Nat The Cat  my man will rap
When I'm playin the back
Some think my stage presence is low
I think it's loud
Enough to see me flowin and showin
Go psycho breakin backs like bolo
Give me the mic  a metamorphis ignite
I break down on a cat stand
I kill ya like a hitman
And come out kickin with the
Rockin on a rappin rampage
In control of the stage
There's a mouse in my house
So I bought a cat
The cat ran away
Cause now there's a rat
I'm on the attack with my baseball bat
That one rap brought many of us back
All through my house I set up traps
It seem like the rats have a map
But nowadays I don't know how to act
So now I feed the rats crack
Back and I'm statin the fact
I know you're waitin for a rap
To make you get up and start to clap
For Bob  a Bronx Syndicate style
More bounce to the ounce
And trizzy to the file
'79 the time I was inclined
To get smooth and prove
That I can rock a funk rhyme
Hey yo  ice-cube chillin
Cause we got the gats
And knack to see the kids top billin
Impressionalist  not a ventriloquist
Don't hang out with suckers worth less than piss
Suckers can all come kiss the tip
Of my knob when I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers that come around jockin
On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin
Don't come frontin askin me for a pound
You ain't invited means you simply ain't down
Wake up it's time to be noticed
I'ma do this  I'm gonna show this
Beat to be mathematical
Syndicate's in the house
Let's get radical
Bum rush the show and grab the mic
Syndicate's chilllin out tonight
They let me loose and now it's war
Let the rhymes roar
Grab a partner and hit the dancefloor
Cause I'm back to rock for you once more
I don't worry about what he said or she said
As long as what's said-
Said is done-done in my bed
The Juvenile Committee's on my side
And I'm kickin knowledge on a natural high
And I'm feeling strong
Yo  take this mic and get the party on
This is mortal combat
There ain't no comeback
You're tryin to get with me
But you don't-know-where I'm at
Cause in this world there's no bombs or guns
Just a microphone
Metaphors  words and puns
Sentences and phrases  no clubs or razors
No mercy for a sucker that wages
War  I'll take the floor  even the score
Grab the microphone and proceed to roar
Are y'all set  all prepared to start
Move in close cause here comes the d**e part
By the way  I'm the Taste
If tracks
Could talk but they -
But here go the facts
Brace yourself  you shoulda grabbed a grip
Protect your clan cause we're about to trip
Bass reflex  the kicks that drive  divide
The weak from the rest can't survive
Syndicate's housin all competition
We paralyze a physical powerful vision
But savage ignorants pop
That's ignorant listen
Divine  no time for style
And I rock your grey matter with a smile
Cause I'm the rhyme thriller with dimensions of flavor
The knack - stylistic black
The reason we're bustin
These raps are what
To make all you wack MC's shut up
You're always buyin rap records
Jammin def beats
Then dissin rap artists out in the streets
You always say our jams are wack
But yours'll be tight
But you never been
Near a studio in your life
You see  disrespect is your last resort
You're like Howard
You never played this sport
But you're always talkin mess
Bout how it should be done
And when we ask-to-hear your record
You never made one
So this message goes to amateurs and pros alike
We're the MC's that cold be doggin the mic
You may be good but there's no one better
We rock you so cold
You need a cashmere sweater
Fight dirty in the pit when combat is on
We always attack before attacked upon
Yeah  Rhyme Syndicate
We in here
We tossin it up
I got my man Everlast in the house
Tossin it up  youknowwhatimsayin
Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here
But we gon' to' it up for them anyhow
Wherever you are you're a star
Rhyme Syndicate blowin up like napalm
I got my man Chilly Dee deejayin on the set
And the one and only DJ Evil-E  we in here
Yo  we outta here like last year
Rhyme Syndicate
We gotta do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya
Yeah
Everlast
Everlast in full effect
Where's my gold record
Where's my record
Divine Styler with Physical Poets  look out
Microphone King Donald D the notorious  yeah
This is Bronx Style Bob
Nat The Cat  boy
Randy Mac
One in a million on your back  boy
Yo
So we bout to get outta here
Seems like the police is outside  man
Yo Ice  man  they got King Tee
Aladdin and Islam
What  the police  man
I knew somethin had happened
I was wonderin why King Tee missed the party  man
Yo Randy Mac  you got some money
Aw  you know what time it is  man
I got
Yeah  for some bail  buddy
We got to go do some work