Lyrical Breakdown of The Syndicate - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Syndicate" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice-T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Syndicate" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Ice-T employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Ice-T's narrative.

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Liquid, solid, gas - we'll be kickin ass In any form, or matter, or mass (This ain't science class) I know but it's science From the rhyme boss of the Syndicate alliance Rhyme Syndicate brotherhood, we rock a blood oath Radical posse down to death While your crew's on the tape, Donald-D break 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 Stompin you down on the ground, task forces Let you know Rhyme Syndicate bosses Any show, any tour, we house program Donald-D is who I am, damn Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics (?) in the pocket Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks it (?) straight from my 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 A lot of MC's like to talk '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 baaaad" - Yo punk, save your breath That's weak shit from a weak mind And a weak mind creates weak rhymes You ain't never kicked knowledge one time Just livin on your own dick (that's a crime) Homeboy, why don't you 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 I'm a MD, but no medical doctor Mic-Dominator Donald-D has got you Comin to the jamboree to hear the poetry And when you break north, the melody Stick to your mind 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 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 Hen-Gee from the Syndicate Ballers, mafia down to throw Gangsters, convicts throwin solid blows Start prayin, your sisters I'm layin I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin? (Party on the dancefloor) (Evil E's in the place) (Doggin the wax) An organization, alliance, no duplication Rhyme Syndicate, a strong creation The Syndicate's stronger day by day 12-gauge leave suckers brutally. Layin in a (?) Your lines are thin, Hen-Gee came to win Don't talk a bunch, just known to crunch My one-two punch will put your butt out to lunch Full-court 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 Flingin, I'm slingin my hammer like Thor No singin, bringin it raw to the core Shogun assassin maxin in a limousine You stick your head in, out comes the guillotine (?) 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 a ride Power and pride is our gift And you're down with The Syndicate