Taste
(专辑: Carnival Of Carnage - 1992)
[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