Lyrics The Syndicate - 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
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
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
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
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
dancefloor)
(Evil
E's
in
the
place)
(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
(?)
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
(?)
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

1 Intro
2 Power
3 Drama
4 The Syndicate
5 Personal
6 High Rollers
7 Grand Larceny
8 Outro
9 I'm Your Pusher/Pusherman
10 Radio Suckers
11 Girls L.G.B.N.A.F.
12 Heartbeat
13 Soul On Ice
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