Woorden: Ice T. The Syndicate.

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

[Incomprehensible]
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, oh
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

Attempt to do this, boy, you're takin' a risk
'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc
Styles and lyrics [Incomprehensible] in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it

[Incomprehensible] 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

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 L.A., 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 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

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 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 strong creation
The Syndicate's stronger day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally

Layin' in a [Incomprehensible]
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

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

[Incomprehensible] 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