? [ ROUND 1: Ice-T ] Yo, Yo, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head
all out the pen You sold crack to hell and back Whoever would have thought you could fail at that Bein' broke ain't never been cool And it ain't no
Funkmaster Flex, is down with us KRS-One, he's down with us The Wu-Tang Clan is down with us Busta Rhymes you know he's down with us Naughty and Fat
in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool till your man M C Sham came through And said that pumas the brand 'cuz the clan makes troops
hook W.T.C. y'all soft and shook Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand
pushed my head down, cause I ain't know, word yo And since then neither religious or christian, but I keep the faith in Him Plus the desert eagle clan
And I insist that this, with a flick of the wrist Will be kid not dissed at the top of the list So go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan
Who's house? Run's house Once again my friend not a trend for then They said, rap was crap but never had this band Till the ruler came with a cooler
So here we go, now It be the Midnight Maurader on the scene Geographically earthed in a place called Queens I was formed with my principles, way I displayed When I used to cool
rough or we step in a mud hole, Things ain't changed, the game, hang up in a nigga pain, bang the nigga rain, hang wit tha killer clan, Straight out of
shadowboxing' Poisonous, poisonous (Word, word, word) I should slap all y'all niggaz for comin' In my fuckin' face with that shit Alright cool yeah,
, say yes or no One point five million Alright, you get what you want -- money's no object They're all clean, no serial numbers, untraceable And there are explosive head
I got u Matter fact, here take two Pits of flesh, political palm picked and gone Spooks with uz', ice picks, blades and tools Listen fool, the revolution is cool We leave clans
'all know what time it is, get 'em up (Right you are) You a true underground head You know what this mean right here baby This ain't motherfuckin' LL Cool
{Cool, okay, I'm a let y'all take it on your own, right now Why don't y'all do me a favor What? Tell me a joke Why did the chicken cross the road? To
the game as long as you can wheelie Schwinn Turn the corner spinnin', bust that ass and get up Dust off the mask, whoever laugh give him a head up He
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap
