Icp - Taste lyrics

(feat. 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: 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