Taste Lyrics - ICP (Insane Clown Posse)

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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
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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
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



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wrong lyrics and credit s | Reviewer: jon doe | 6/12/13

First, nate the mack is NOT ON THIS SONG. Its shaggys brother jon kickchass. Witch he his on a few other songs on this album cuz at tge e time there was 3 ppl in icp. Secondly, esham say "esham WITH NATAS not soul and train". He does NOT say " esham hypnotic "



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