(INTRO)
"something wicked comes this way......(thunder storm/rain sound effects)
some people call them bad men......
others call them soul-less demons......(thunder!!!)
but those that have crossed their path know......
that the devil himself couldnt take credit......(childrens screams)
for the unholy carnage that follows the four horsemen of the apocalypse......

from new jersey, GAMBINO...our east coasta nostra mobster...
hailing from nevada, CHALK CLOROX...the white knight of peril...
the illy, philly titan himself, ENYGMA...
and california's finest, SUPERVILLAIN the warlord...

its murder...madness...and mayhem.........meet the sindicate..."


(GAMBINO)
"c.s. dont play with muthafuckaz, we 'bout to blow your mind//
we a loyalty type of crew, 'cuz there aint no i in crhyme//
c.s. got them niggas that'll send shivers down your spines//
with hot multies, strong vocab and killah punchlines//
and fuck these niggas that are only gangsters at home//
when the only cells they've seen are just some wireless phones//
yo!!! 'cuz this is a situation of a rapbattles invasion//
a nation startin' a war with propaganda and persuasion//
and all these cats trying to battle, get in line and take a number//
'cuz we droppin' more hot shit than a sick dog in the summer//
y'all are gonna respect crhyme sindicate and give us our dues//
well i got bad news...we dont give a fuck about none of your crews!!!//
and 'cuz this anthems for all my niggas doin' 25 to life//
for all my niggas who love to play with guns, knives and dice//
this is for my niggas who lost their lives in the streets//
niggas holdin' the heat, who know when to talk and when not to speak//
the cats that use our rhymes as certain teaching techniques//
'cuz they know our verses are like speeches that infect beats//
the niggas that follow our example, 'cuz in c.s. they trust//
my people, my niggas that know that crhyme sindicate is us//"

(HOOK x2)
"we dont seek the weak, we hunt the best for fun//
the rest we molest and who's left is dead or gone//
wanna test the c.s.?...well i guess the lessons on//
yes, we reppin' strong with or without our weapons drawn!!!//"

(CHALK CLOROX)
"enygmas our navy...movin' in at high tide//
synchronize attack time for sunrise//
by night-time we hear war cries//(psychotic yells!!!)
all on the drop of a dime, then counter-clockwise//
gambino lights up the skies with air strikes//
so be on cue at midnight//
lock...prepare the artillery!!!//
i head the marines//(semper fi!!!)
and s.v. leads an elite regime of killing machines//
consider this frontline heat//
we drop off complete bombs with ease//
im just warmin' up, so dont make me squeeze//
but i'll leave you scorched in defeat//
like you were detached and torched at the knees//
possibly show mercy, give you an oxygen tank so you can breathe//
but dont get your eyes closed up like you are chinese//
off of some of that thai weed//
from trying to jack me 'cuz im like chan, jackie//
passing the feet and the fists when im smacking//
but lets not get into the fighting...you just stick to writing and rapping//"

(HOOK x2)
"we dont seek the weak, we hunt the best for fun//
the rest we molest and who's left is dead or gone//
wanna test the c.s.?...well i guess the lessons on//
yes, we reppin' strong with or without our weapons drawn!!!//"

(ENYGMA)
"i got lots of soul, you dudes cannot stop the flow//
im spittin' with enough fire to make you stop, drop and roll//(aaahhhhhhhh!!!)
we so sick we throwin' up, vomit on bitches who never flow enough//
'cuz theres more than one vet from philly thats blowin' up//
with me and chalk, theres no need for talk, we'll beat ya all//
aint even a need for s.v. to be involved to see ya fall//
while the rest of the crew will rip the heads from you dudes//
they labotamize alot of guys while makin' vegetable stew//(hungry anyone?)
crhyme sindicate, we findin' it hard for you to find a line of defense//
got you dyin' to quit 'cuz we despisin' ya shit and the horse your ridin' in wit'//
my perverse first verse hurts leavin' you unable to converse wit' us//
and i disperse curse words worse than any southern persons cus//(bitches!!!)
we still gainin' respect from all of you pain in the necks//
resortin' to violence is sort of childish, but we still aimin' the techs//(gunshots)
just a bunch of veterans thats better than 99% of the bitches they lettin' in//
the rest agree, we're in desperate need, we're sick and need our medicine//
in this awkward mind you'll often find an unbearable force combined//
wit' thouhts thats mine while you just fall behind//
watching your rhymes gettin' tossed aside//(swoooop!)
we just dropped the anthem, so you bitches can stop the slander//
i slaughter bitches now im caught up in this r.b. propaganda//"

(HOOK x2)
"we dont seek the weak, we hunt the best for fun//
the rest we molest and who's left is dead or gone//
wanna test the c.s.?...well i guess the lessons on//
yes, we reppin' strong with or without our weapons drawn!!!//"

(SUPERVILLAIN)
"with drained blood from our foes veins, i'll paint the perfect picture//
our vision?...depictions of the resistance//
great displays with graves of our murdered victims//
our name and the cur-sed scriptures//
with words that quake and break the richter//(thunder!!!)
triumphant in the center, bitches...we remain the victors!//
united, we all work as a team...when one of us kills an emcee//
the rest of us dig deep something like six feet//
this league of big bling is getting reamed clean//(sucking sound)
'cuz we bring speech with heat, peep the soundtrack for the streets chief!//
we have no fear, together or seperate, we walk as men with our heads high//
so mess with the best, try!!!//(i dare you)
then meet the boogey-monsters with red eyes when its bedtime//(boo!!!)
you mobsta'z with com-sense should just calm it...have you met crhyme?//
with that nonsense you should just cop quick...loaded clips and vests guys//
because bargain priced together they're the best buy!!!//
proper planning prevents piss poor performance//
before our forces storm in da horsemen ask for your enormous endorsements//
lay on the floor bitch and play like some morbid corpses//
and pray you might get saved by your reinforcements//
im lyin'...after we kick these doors in, i know you'll be bleedin', screamin' in torment!!!//"(boom!!!)

(HOOK x4)
"we dont seek the weak, we hunt the best for fun//
the rest we molest and who's left is dead or gone//
wanna test the c.s.?...well i guess the lessons on//
yes, we reppin' strong with or without our weapons drawn!!!//"


(OUTRO-echoing out)
"we rhyme intricate,
its the infamous crhyme sindicate!!!"

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Quote:

Originally Posted by Nick Fletcher. I don't drive an Eclipse, they're chickmobiles.

QUESTION: Is it even possible to improve upon perfection???
ANSWER: CRHYME SINDICATE



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R.I.P. Jonathan "ONE MAN BAND/TERUMOTO" Nigro. Goodbye brother. God bless the dead. One love.