Key: Ab major
Verse 1
Gm
Am
Gm
Liquid, solid, gas,
we'll be kickin ass
In any form, or matter, or mass
F
G
(This ain't science class) I know
but it's science
From the rhyme boss of the
Syndicate alliance
Dm
D
Ballin', makin' ya feel the growth
G
Gm
Rhyme Syn dicate brotherhood,
D
F
G
Radical posse down to death
C
G
While your crew's on the tape,
Verse 2
Donald- D break
D
G
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
Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses
Any show, any tour,
we house program
Verse 3
Donald- D is who I am, damn
D
G
Atttempt to do this,
boy, you're takin a risk
'Cause my voice sounds
doper than a compact disc
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
'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 bad." Yo punk,
save your breath
Dm
G
That's weak shit from a weak mind
And a weak mind creates weak
rhymes
You ain't never kicked
knowledge one time
E
G
Just livin' on your own dick
Homeboy, why don't you
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
Mic- Dominator Donald-
D has got you
Comin' to the jamboree to
hear the poetry
And when you break north, the melody
D
G
Stick to your brain 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
Verse 6
D
G
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 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
Em
G
Evil E's in the place
Evil E's in the place
Evil E's in the place)
(Doggin' the wax
Verse 9
Doggin' the wax)
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 will
put your butt out to lunch
Verse 10
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
mer like Thor
No singin',
Shogun assassin maxin' in
a limousine
You stick your head in, out
Verse 11
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
Power and pride is our gift
And you're down with
The Syndicate
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