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Icp - Taste lyrics
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 
 and 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 to the chaos in the ghetto
 and an end to the killings 
Verse one: ViolentJ
 Heard the fuck's going on in the free world 
 Broke out the asylum and killed a girl 
 Just ta warm up, just to get it on 
 Cause ima be be cutting throats till the
 break of dawn 
 Can't nobody get me 
 I've always been a psycho but now they comin
 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 ya house, shot him in the mouth 
 Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains
 out 
 My lips are strong, it's only a song
 The government fronts like they don't 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, 40 times, psychedelic 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
 muthafucking battle axe} 
 {12 dead bodies on the muthafucking train
 tracks} 
 (Im sick of this shit i see on the TV,they
 show a psychopath 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 clean out the shower} 
 {Finally catch ya on down the block, 
 take this here gat and shoot ya in the cock} 
 (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 clown'll stick his knife in ya Face) 
 ({Motherfucker, Have a Taste}) 
Verse three: Jump Steady
 In Detroit doing time, *dying to be down* 
 With no other solution 
 Without nothing but wicked men 
 How many muthafuckas have I know through the
 years 
 Got they necks blown out or crippled in their
 fears
 Now i'll tell ya cause i been in many Schools
 for this 
 Cause im drawn by the vision and close my
 hand into a fist 
 Raised with the crime of nothing to eat 
 So my natural instinct's to kill in the streets
 I'm going to war and I sent you caution Icp - Taste - http://motolyrics.com/icp/taste-lyrics.html
 JumpSteady stepping over the governments
 brainwashing 
 (Take it, Take it farther, take it far) 
 Don't let them even judge ya, cause you know
 who you are 
 Seems they don't even know about the inner
 city crime war 
 Money on the troops in the desert but what the
 fuck for 
 Damn that's stupid, their minds must be failin 
 Think I'd rather pay a little extra to the gallon 
 and save a human life or two
 End this ghetto war for the homies that i once
 knew 
 ya peeping out the blinds with ya closed eyes 
 (Ya peeping out the blinds with ya closed eyes
 hoe) 
 I got a mind full of rage waitin fa(for) change
 In the folds on my jacket i cradle my gauge 
 What ya gonna do when i show up at your place 
 Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a
 taste 
Verse four: Capitol E / (CAPITOL E IS NOT ESHAM!! THEY DON'T EVEN SOUND ALIKE!)
Ya need a spoonful, go on have a little taste
 So let me feed you the city like in a steady
 pace 
 Ya wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream 
 Till ya hear ya neighbors holla and ya younga
 child scream 
 Everyday thang, think you can take it
 Just wait till you see that crackhead 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 off wit it bitch) 
 Now ya don't know how to act 
 because life experience is a mother
 Happens everyday, one after the other 
 But the suburb living is high class 
 With a high class let the city trade with ya ass 
 And show ya the rough times 
 Hungry homies people committing crime
 after crime 
 And bitches bummin' the pike for dough 
 Then they run to the rock *store* to buy some
 rock snow 
 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 don't know now, show them what to
 expect 
 Cause it don't matter the race or the place 
 Capitol E giving the inner city Taste 
Interlude: Violent J
 Yea! We heading from Birmingham, Gross Pointe
 and Beverly Hills 
 I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish
 mood 
Verse five: Esham
 Guess who's rolling with the ICP, The black
 devil coming straight from the D 
 I'm headed out from birmingham, my temperature is burnin' man
 I'm looking for the governor 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) 
 ESHAM hypnotics, not Soul 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 gimmie me a taste 
 (So gimmie a taste)
 (So gimmie a taste)
 (So gimmie a taste)
 Just a little taste (just a little taste)
 Have a little taste (have a little taste)
 Just a little taste (just a little taste)
 Have a little taste (have a little taste)
 Just a little taste (just a little taste)
 Have a little taste (have a little taste)
 Just a little taste (just a little taste)
 Have a little taste (have a little taste)
 Just a little taste (just a little taste)
 Have a little taste (have a little taste)
 Just a little taste (just a little taste)
 Have a little taste (have a little taste)
 Just a little taste



