Taste Lyrics

F/ 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