Home Invasion
Ain't Nuthin' But a Word 2 Me
Ice-T
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[Round 1: Randy Mac]
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
[Round 1: Nat The Cat]
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
Eureka!✦ I just struck a platinum fame
In the game things'll never✦ be the same
Because money✦ changes everything
[Round 1: Donald D]
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 Death, 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
[Round 1: Bronx Style Bob]
Life ain't nothin'✦ but a piece of existence✦
'Cause when you die, you's 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'roll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop✦
Suckers✦ get loud, I drop 'em
I like [?] Fab Five
I'm Bronx Bob, bring the beats and I'm live
[Round 1: Hen-Gee]
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✦ sidewalk
Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk
Strollin' with a slight limp
Flyer than any✦ big city✦ pimp
[Round 1: Shaquel Shabazz]
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
[Round 1: Toddy Tee]
I climb a mountain top with just one rope
Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme that's dope
'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
[Round 1: Everlast]
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✦
[Round 1: MC Taste]
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
[Round 1: Divine Styler]
Syndicate✦ scorned, you act obedient
Tired✦ of your fish rhyme [?] ingredients
Black on black while styles✦ [provide?]✦
[?] 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
[Round 2: Ice-T]
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 sell-outs, 'cause it's caps we peelin'✦
Girls we love 'em, and shows we steal 'em
[Round 2: Randy Mac]
Knowledge✦ and wisdom, it's a mystery
I drop science for the ones✦ who know it's me
You say I'm dope, 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 ass kicker✦
Watch your girl, 'cause I stick her
[Round 2: Nat The Cat]
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 hit-man✦
And come out kickin'✦ with the [?]
Rockin'✦ on a rappin'✦ rampage✦
In control✦ of the stage
[Round 2: Donald D]
There's✦ a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat
The cat ran away,✦ so now there's✦ a rat
I'm on the attack✦ with my baseball bat
That one rat brought many✦ others 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
[Round 2: Bronx Style Bob]
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 tizzy✦ 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'✦
[Round 2: Hen-Gee]
Impressionalist, not a ventriloquist
Don't hang out with suckers✦ worth less than piss
Suckers✦ can all come kiss the tip
Of my nine when I aim I don't miss
Aim it to suckers✦ that come around✦ jockin'✦
On my tip when on the radio✦ my records✦ be rockin'✦
Don't come frontin' askin'✦ me for a pound
If y'all ain't invited✦ means you simply✦ ain't down
[Round 2: Shaquel Shabazz]
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
Bust the mix and let the rhymes✦ roar
[Round 2: Toddy Tee]
Grab a partner and hit the dance floor
'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
[Round 2: Everlast]
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
[Round 2: MC Taste]
Are y'all set, all prepared to start
Move in close 'cause here comes✦ the dope 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
[Round 2: Divine Styler]
Syndicate's✦ housin'✦ all competition✦
We paralyze a physical✦ powerful vision✦
But savage✦ ignorant✦ pop that's ignorant✦ listen✦
Divine✦ is [?] 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
[Round 2: Ice-T]
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✦ Cosell,✦ 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✦
[Outro: Ice-T]
Yeah, Rhyme Syndicate,✦ we in here
We tossin'✦ it up
I got my man Everlast✦ in the house
Tossin'✦ it up, you know what I'm sayin' ?
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,✦ Everlast✦ in full effect✦
Where's✦ my gold record?✦
Where's✦ my record?✦
Where's✦ my record?✦
[Divine Styler]
Divine✦ Styler✦ with Physical✦ Poets, look out
[Donald D]
Microphone✦ King Donald✦ D the notorious,✦ yeah
[Bronx Style Bob]
This is Bronx Style Bob...
[Ice-T]
Nat The Cat, boy
[Randy Mac]
Randy✦ Mac
One in a million✦ on your back, boy
[Ice-T]
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, man...
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