Syndicate Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Gm]Liqu[Am]id, solid, gas,[Gm]
we'll be kickin ass
In any form, or matter, or mass
[F](This ain't sci[G]ence class) I know
but it's science
From the rhyme boss of the
Syndicate alliance
[Dm]Ballin', makin' ya feel [D]the growth
[G]Rhyme Syn[Gm] dicate brotherhood,
we rock a [G]blood oath
[D]Radical [F]posse down [G]to death
While your crew's [C]on [G]the tape,
Donald-D break
break

[Verse 2]
Syn[D]dicate comin' [G]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 Is it Rambo? No, the mic ammo
Stomp[D]in' you down on the ground,
task [G]forces
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour,
we house program

[Verse 3]
Donald-D is is who I am, damn
[D]Atttempt to do [G]this,
boy, you're takin a risk
'Cause my voice sounds
doper than a compact disc
[F]Styles and lyrics,
pre[G]cise right in the pocket
Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it
The girl straight from the 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]
A lot [G]of MC's like to talk
'bout they self
A first-grade topic, 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 [Dm]weak shit from a [G]weak mind
And a weak mind creates weak
rhymes
You ain't never kicked
knowledge one time
Just [E]livin' on your own [G]dick
[D](That's a crime)
Homeboy, why don't you
[G]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]
I'm [G]a MD, but no medical
doctor
Mic-Dominator Donald-D has
has has got you
Comin' to the jamboree to
hear the poetry
And when you break north, the melody
[D]Stick to your brain like pas[G]te,
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]
[D]Born in [G]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 Henry G
from the Syndicate
Ballers, mafia down to throw
Gangsters, convicts throwin' solid blows
Start prayin', your sisters I'm layin'
I'm Henry Ge, a Spinmaster, hear
what I'm sayin'?
[D][G]

[Verse 7]
[G]
(Party on the dance floor
Party on the dance floor
Party on the dance floor
Party on the dance floor)

[Verse 8]
(Evil E's in [G]the place
Evil [Em]E's in the [G]place
Evil E's in the place
Evil E's in the place)
(Doggin' the wax

[Verse 9]
Doggin' the wax)
[G]An organization, alliance, no duplication
Rhyme Syndicate,
a storm incubating
The Syndicate's stronger
day by day
12-gauge leave suckers brutally
Layin' in the concrete, kick ya face
Your lines are thin,
Henry G came to win
Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch
My one-two punch punch will
put your butt out to lunch

[Verse 10]
[G]Full-court pressure's 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
[G]Flingin', I'm slingin' my ham
mer like Thor
No singin',
bringin' it raw to the [G]core
Shogun assassin maxin' in
a limousine
You stick your head in, out
[G]comes the guillotine

[Verse 11]
[D]Listen these raps,
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 [G]a ride
Power and pride is our gift
And you're down with
The Syndicate