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Syndicate
Ice-T
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Liquid, solid, gas, we be kickin' ass
In any form or matter of mass
(This ain't science class) I know, but it's science
From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate Alliance
Ballin', making you feel the growth
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood
We rock a blood oath, radical posse down to death
While your crew's on the take, Donald D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you see the girl up to the crib-o
Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stompin' you down to ground, task forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour, we house programs
Donald D is who I am, damn
Attention, dudes, boy, you're takin' the risk
'Cause my voice sounds doper than a carpeted
Styles and lyrics, precise but in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
Rock city, all the girls straight from the heart
My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts
Rap is my style, piece different from all kinds
Rock you all at a time to form a single line
A lot of MCs like to talk 'bout they self
A first grade topic, I think they need help
How many time on one album can you say you 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 L.A., watch your cover
I'm an MD, but no medical doctor
Mic dominator Donald D has gotcha
Comin' to the jamboree to hear the poetry
And when you break, know 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 sack
I carry axe to tax and wax those who rap
Born in Brooklyn, crib West Coast
MCs 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
Stop cryin', you sisters I'm layin'
I'm Henry G, a spin master, you hear what I'm sayin'?
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An organization, allowed no duplication
Rhyme Syndicate, a stormin' invasion
Syndicate stronger day by day
Twelve gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the gutter with a chicken face
And your lines just 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, raw like a lion
Flexin', flexin' ultra, the Bronx is my culture
Strikin' hard like a vulture
Clingin', I'm swingin' my hammer like Thor
No scene game, bringin' it raw to the core
Shogun assassin, maxin' in a limousine
You stick your head in, out comes the guillotine
Listen, reach, grab 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, ups the direction
I stand alone, my 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
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