[Verse One: Ice-T]
My mafiaso, rap Cosa Nostro
As we went deadly, cops would say ohh so
Cities we terrorized, concerts we mesmerized
My word is my bond, because the Ice speaks no lies
I kick flavor while the crew watch my back
Kid Jazz, Everlast, Low Pro, Nat the Cat
Donald Dee, Bronx Style Bob, T.D.F
Spinmasters, Bango, my man Def Jef
You want trouble; we got it
You hear a gun; we shot it
Wreckin' and deckin' and sucker ducks we rejectin'
We're clockin' crazy respect'n, collecting money we check in
Dissing, dogging, microphone hogging
Radically speaking, monitor peeking
You get 'noid, worried and scaried
Beats are too different, styles too varied
What ya gonna do? - I'd run if I were you
It's '88 punk! Syndicate is coming through

[Chorus: Evil-E]
Rhyme Syndicate.. yeah, is coming through
Rhyme Syndicate.. yeah.. coming.. coming.. coming through
Rhyme Syndicate.. Rhyme Syndicate.. Rhyme Syndicate..
Yeah.. is coming through
[Verse Two: Ice-T]
Evil-E cuts the records, the boy don't be joking
I write the lyrics, my Bic can be smoking
Went on the Deuce, Islam drops the token
And after the jam Syndicate cold be strokin'
Cold cooling while the girlies be drooling
Take 'em ten at a time in the room for some schooling
The hall, the wall, the floor, the pool
And back at the Limo' we got the girls drooling for..

[Chorus: Evil-E]

[Verse Three: Ice-T]
I got a rhymes like spectacular, high grade vernacular
Records I rap for ya, movies I act for ya
You say you're def? - it might be a fact ya are
Prepared to lose your blood because my rhymes bite like Dracula
Don't claim intelligence, cause that's irrelevant
Where power's mandatory just to kick lyrics so elegant
Impressive, aggressive, suckers suppressant
You're talking mess I think that you'd simply do your best to get it
Cold shut up, before the boys nut up
Trying to diss the posse just can get your butt cut up
Rhyme Syndicate's the name of the crew
These simple words of wisdom were delivered to you
Cause..
[Chorus: Evil-E until fade]