What Ya Wanna Do?

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