Opening Skit: Ice-T impersonating his player haters]
[+] Yo ^!$$%, where was you at last night? - talk ^!$$%!
[-] Yo ^!$$%, we was up in that club ^!$$%, them Syndicate ^!$$%z turned that %#@! off

[+] ^!$$%, $#&@ them (*##$ $$# ^!$$%z
[-] Yeah, them ^!$$%z got money, ^!$$%
[+] $#&@ all them Syndicate ^!$$%z, them ^!$$%z ain't %#@!

[-] Yeah!
[+] Mother$#&@ers think they make %#@! cause them mother$#&@ers got a little bit of money and %#@!
[-] True, man

[+] $#&@ that (*##$-ass yellow-^!$$% Ice-T too
[-] I don't like that ^!$$%
[+] ^!$$% had no mother$#&@ing father, $#&@ Him!

[-] $#&@ them ^!$$%z, right?
[+] ^!$$%z don't wanna see me, wanna see my mother$#&@ing.. (*Screeching Tires*)
[+] Yo, what the $#&@ is that?... (*Gun Shots*)


[Verse One: L.P.]
Now, ^!$$% ^!$$% ^!$$% ^!$$% ^!$$% ^!$$% please

I scratch emcees like dog scratch flees
Grease, your competition, never finishing
Indo keep me high and I'm always on a mission

When it comes to kick it, AWWW I get the lowest
Bang like George Foreman, kick $$# like Chuck Norris
Only $#&@ing winner with these fools selling Gucci

Whispering MC H, just like Crispy down with Cooci
So those who wanna step into the steel like bleaks
Come get this lyrical $$# whipping that's gonna last for weeks

We got grease, Hardcore Hip-Hop gangster beats
^!$$%z that'll do you'll leave you dead in the street
Recognize through this, this is how we do this

Barrel to your mother$#&@ing back oozes (*Gun Shot*)
It's your lyrical rock Syndicate killer, and $#&@ all ^!$$%z


[Chorus: Powerlord JEL]
Now you wanna $#&@ with us, cause you recognize game
You recognize real mother$#&@er

Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever ------> Ice-T
Now you wanna $#&@ with us, cause you recognize game
You recognize some real mother$#&@er

Syndicate forever, Posse of the clever ------> Ice-T

[Verse Two: Hot Dolla]

The Rhyme Syndicate will never die, well let me tell you why
Cause we're locs that's always on a Ho-Ride
If you hear me, then I know you know that danger

I snatch mics from emcees, I move around with anger
Behavior of the maniac, that's all I've had in me
Bombs'll get brutal when I lock my mind, it's empty

Simply I'm in this, but Gangster found that Genus
The one last murderer that never served the sentence
Wise up than an Asian, that's holding to his books

I love them ghetto crooks, gave my banging for a hook
Now I'm much much longer when my pops was stupid flexed
I wanna get hex and (*##$es $#&@ with my set

Don't let 95 patty, produce it like a hearse
These such $#&@ing little punks, they think they down cause they curse, man
$#&@ you mother$#&@ers, you ain't %#@!, you ain't crazy

Cause Rhyme Syndicate be doing dirt on the daily

[Chorus: Powerlord JEL]


[Verse Three: Powerlord JEL]
Can I be destroyed? Like Roy with two ^!$$%z long enough

Now, I'm strong enough, to bust out handcuffs
Return of the rough, and rugged, so $#&@ it!
Rolling in a bucket, tracking down my dockets

It's a fact that I be busting, fools lusting
Throwing fools away like wind dusting
Hand rushing, like Head Hunters, so I hunt heads

Leaving fools dead in a red, hear me what I said
It's the Syndicate, I yelled from the day we call Eternity
Picture of all busters who ain't heard of it

I'm burning it with dealers, killers
Cars stealers, cap peelers, big wheelers
Cool like the Chin Chilla, living in a villa

So ^!$$% pass the Nillas
And let me take you back to the days of Crokersacs and Cadillacs
When ^!$$%z broke their backs on the street to make ends meet
We roll deep; in a late night hour on the..


[Chorus: Powerlord JEL until faded]