Taste Lyrics

Taste lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP) feat. Esham

 

 Taste

 the streets paved with gold 

 We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so

 long 

 And like animals we kill each other for the

 hatred of others 

 We must move into the suburbs and punish the

 rich for their ignorance 

 For the horror of death, that is part of our life in

 our neighborhood 

 And give them a taste of the same 

 And when we kill the governments children 

 And the streets smell of death 

 maybe then we will see our situation in a new

 light 

 And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto

 and an end to the killings 

 Verse one: Violent J 

 Heard whats going on in the free world 

 Broke out the asylum and killed a girl 

 Just ta warm u, just to get it on 

 Cause im gonna be cutting throats till the

 break of dawn 

 Can't nobody get me 

 I've always been a psycho now they coming

 with me 

 That's straight when we team up 

 cause I believe every throat deserves a good

 cut 

 Look in my brain its fucking insane 

 roll around naked in the acid rain 

 Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka 

 Now we killing you instead of killing each other

 Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth 

 Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains

 out 

 My list are strong its only a saw 

 The government fronts like they dont know

 what is going on 

 Fuck, ill take the matter in my own hands 

 Cut ya down cat, cut ya down 

 Cause i know the rich go jogging 

 And im waiting in the bushes,axe to the

 nogging 

 About 30 or 40 times,psychodelic sick with the

 psycho psycho rhymes 

 But ya keep the killer in one place, 

 But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste! 

 Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope} 

 (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you

 up, shot you in the ass) 

 {Jumped out the alleyway with a

 muthaphucking battle axe} 

 {12 dead bodies on the muthaphucking train

 tracks} 

 (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they

 showing psychopathics and i see me) 

 (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, 

 while I'm laying on my suede couch listening

 to mojo) 

 {Snipe ya in the head from a tower, 

 or chase ya naked ass clear out the shower} 

 {Finally catch ya on the block, 

 take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye} 

 (Who ya fucking wit governer E? 

 Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree)

 {Then swing ya by ya foot} 

 {Mister drumma looking bald headed punk

 bitch} 

 (Stroll to the banquet party) 

 {Drank all they brew} 

 (Then shot everybody) 

 (They set it up wrong, 

 created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last

 long) 

 {Thought we'd kill each other off, 

 didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff} 

 (The clowns stick this knife in ya Face) 

 ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) 

 Verse three: Jump Steady 

 In Detroit doing time, time being done 

 Without not another solution 

 Without nothing but wicked men 

 How many muthaphuckas ive know through the

 years 

 Got they necks blown off or crippled in their

 fear 

 Now iull tell ya cause i been in many Schools

 for this 

 Cause im drawn by the vision and close my

 hand into a fist 

 Raised in the crime with nothing to eat 

 So my natural instincts to kill in the street 

 Im going to war and i sent you caution 

 JumpSteady stepping over the governments

 brainwashing 

 (Take it, Take it farther, take it far) 

 Dont let them even judge ya, cause you know

 who you are 

 Seems they dont even know about the inner

 city crime war 

 Moneys on the jews in the desert but what the

 fuck for 

 Damn the're stupid,The mine are surrounded 

 Think i like to pay a lesson to a gallon 

 And save a human life or two 

 End this ghetto war for the homies that i once

 knew 

 ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes 

 (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes

 hoe) 

 I got a mind killing rage waiting on my change

 On the holes on my jacket i craddle my gage 

 What ya gonna do if i show up at your place 

 Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a

 taste 

 Verse four: Capitol E / Esham 

 Ya need a spoonful, another wants a little taste

 So let me feed you the city like in a steady

 pace 

 Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream 

 Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya young

 child scream 

 Everyday thang, thank it to ya 

 Just wait till you see that cracka at ya front

 door naked 

 Begging for money, acting like he know ya 

 Ya slam the door in fear, but some day he'll

 show ya 

 Catch ya at point blank range ya getting

 jacked 

 (come up wit it bitch) 

 Now ya dont know how to act 

 But that's the life and the experience of a

 mother 

 Happends everyday, one another the other 

 But the suburb living is high class 

 With a high class leather city trade with ya ass 

 And show ya the rough times 

 Hungry homeless people commiting crime

 after crime 

 And bitches working the pike for dough 

 Then they run to the rock sella to buy some

 rocks slow 

 And i hear ya making fun of that... 

 ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats 

 It's time for you to crack some necks 

 And if they dont know now, show them what to

 expect 

 Cause it dont matter the race or the place 

 Capitol E giving the inner city Taste 

 Interlude: Violent J 

 Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point

 and beverly Hills 

 I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish

 mood 

 Verse five: Esham 

 Guess who's rolling with the ICP, That black

 devil comming straight from the D 

 Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a

 german 

 And looking for the governer to kill him and i

 think i can 

 Violent J know the way so im gonna getcha 

 If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya 

 The black devil, that devil ya dont know 

 Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe 

 Hey man do you know my name? 

 (Esham) 

 Im down with notics, nuts on train 

 So give me mine cause it aint about black or

 white 

 It aint about wrong or right on Devil's night 

 I burn a cross in ya fucking face 

 Now homicide's got a new case 

 So give me a taste