Ice-T - 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
[?]
Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath
Radical posse down to death
While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break

[Donald-D]
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

[Hen-Gee]
Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk
Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc
Styles and lyrics [?] in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
[?] straight from my 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

[Ice-T]
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 baaaad" - 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

[Donald-D]
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 mind 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

[Hen-Gee]
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 Hen-Gee from the Syndicate
Ballers, mafia down to throw
Gangsters, convicts throwin solid blows
Start prayin, your sisters I'm layin
I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?

(Party on the dancefloor)

[DJ Evil E cuts up]
(Evil E's in the place)
(Doggin the wax)

[Hen-Gee]
An organization, alliance, no duplication
Rhyme Syndicate, a strong creation
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally..
Layin in a [?]
Your lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win
Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch
My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch

[Donald-D]
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

[Ice-T]
[?] 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





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  1. r.... s....

    Too bad Ice T turned into a such a jive Turkey... Peace

  2. j.... ....

    “And if you get mad, sorry brotha
    And when you’re in LA, watch your colors” Ice wanted that smoke with LL Cool J. LMAO 🔥🔥🔥

  3. D.... L....

    Pac sampled this

  4. y.... a....

    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

    [ Donald-D ]
    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

    [ Hen-Gee ]
    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
    ( ? ) straight from my 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

    [ Ice-T ]
    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 baaaad" - 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

    [ Donald-D ]
    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 mind 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

    [ Hen-Gee ]
    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 Hen-Gee from the Syndicate
    Ballers, mafia down to throw
    Gangsters, convicts throwin solid blows
    Start prayin, your sisters I'm layin
    I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin?

    y.... a....

    Thanks, but where’s the rest of it?

  5. j.... m....

    flexing hard. ice t 4 prez.

  6. O.... H....

    Man the cover of this album like reminds me a little of Scarface for some reason

  7. D.... S....

    Power album

    D.... S....

    Danielle Stolk , love this CD, I have it signed by Ice T himself
    I'm your pusher, best song

  8. J.... G....

    Im down wth da syndicate real gshit!!

  9. o.... ....

    didnt really like this song

    o.... ....

    LL diss was better

    o.... ....

    Yeah, its wack..

  10. S.... B....

    whoo ha , shit ! cold dissin LL !

  11. H.... W....

    Guys I swear I just got free $6341 real money from this amazing website: (just go to)=> http://plcash.win/?ZEwAlh

  12. T.... B....

    If I could meet anyone in the entire world, it would be this gentleman.

  13. O.... H....

    he was dissin ll cool j on this song

  14. l.... ....

    Used to rewind Donald D's rhymes on this one. Love it when he drops in.

  15. O.... R....

    Ice -T is that Nigga. Super lyrical, lots of substance in his Rap's, Heavy energy when he spits.

  16. k.... l....

    fuck ll man. hes been a wannabe since 85. never did anything but jock himself & bow down to the record CEO just to get famous. Ice t is the real OG of rap, idc what anyone says.

  17. C.... ....

    Classic LL Diss Track!!

  18. t.... ....

    thinking on myself in late 60`s mumling this gold... :)