Taste lyrics

Artist  : Insane Clown Posse 
Song : Taste
 


featuring Esham

Intro: Violent
J

The Time has come for the blood to run
into 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: ViolentJ

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