The Syndicate Lyrics - Ice T

Liquid, solid, gas, we'll be kickin ass 

In any form, or matter, or mass 

(This ain't science class) I know but it's science 

From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance 

Ballin', makin' ya feel the growth 

Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath 

Radical posse down to death 

While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break 

Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you 

Flexin' hardcore, what could you do? 

When we roll up, you send your girl up to the crib-o 

Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo 

Stompin' you down on the ground, task forces 

Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses 

Any show, any tour, we house program 

Donald-D is who I am, damn 

Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk 

'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc 

Styles and lyrics, precise right in the pocket 

Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it 

The girl straight from the heart 

My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts 

Ram is my sign, he's different from all kinds 

Rock you all of the time, just form a single line 

A lot of MC's like to talk 'bout they self 

A first-grade topic, I think you need help 

How many time on one album can you say you're def? 

"I'm bad." Yo punk, save your breath 

That's weak shit from a weak mind 

And a weak mind creates weak rhymes 

You ain't never kicked knowledge one time 

Just livin' on your own dick (That's a crime) 

Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin' 

You just talkin' loud and sayin' nothin' 

And if you get mad, sorry brother 

And when you're in LA, watch your colors 

I'm a MD, but no medical doctor 

Mic-Dominator Donald-D has got you 

Comin' to the jamboree to hear the poetry 

And when you break north, the melody 

Stick to your brain like paste, it can't be erased 

Face to face I overpower like bass 

To the climax, I don't carry a sax 

I carry a axe to tax and wax those who rap 

Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast 

MC's I toast, you that talk most 

Trash, noise, can't throw, get with it 

Comin' from the mouth of Henry G from the Syndicate 

Ballers, mafia down to throw 

Gangsters, convicts throwin' solid blows 

Start prayin', your sisters I'm layin' 

I'm Henry Ge, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin'? 

(Party on the dance floor 

Party on the dance floor 

Party on the dance floor 

Party on the dance floor) 

(Evil E's in the place 

Evil E's in the place 

Evil E's in the place 

Evil E's in the place) 

(Doggin' the wax 

Doggin' the wax) 

An organization, alliance, no duplication 

Rhyme Syndicate, a storm incubating 

The Syndicate's stronger day by day 

12-gauge leave suckers brutally 

Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face 

Your lines are thin, Henry G came to win 

Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch 

My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch 

Full-court pressure's what I'm applyin' 

No relyin' on the next man, roar like a lion 

Flexin', plexin' ultra, the Bronx is my culture 

Strikin' hard like a vulture 

Flingin', I'm slingin' my hammer like Thor 

No singin', bringin' it raw to the core 

Shogun assassin maxin' in a limousine 

You stick your head in, out comes the guillotine 

Listen these raps, the game as I kick it 

Don't miss it, get with it 

Diss it, you're a knucklehead evicted 

From the crowd that's proud to be the Syndicate connection 

Respect mandatory, up is the direction 

I stand alone, one man that's true 

But you, my crew, you're on my side 

We're on a ride 

Power and pride is our gift 

And you're down with 

The Syndicate