The Syndicate

By Ice-T

On Power

Released on September 13, 1988

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[Verse 1: 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


[Verse 2: 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


[Verse 3: Hen-Gee]

Attempt 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

I don't need no other, girl, 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


[Verse 4: 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 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 LA, watch your colors


[Verse 5: 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


[Verse 6: 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'?


[Instrumental Break]


[Verse 7: 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 the dark with the chickens

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


[Verse 8: 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


[Verse 9: Ice-T]

Misery rap, 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