Taste w/ Esham
The time has come for the blood to run
In the streets paved with gold
We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long
And like animals we kill each other
With a hatred for others
We must move into the suburbs
And punish the rich for their ignorance
And the horror of death that is a part of our life
In our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kill the government's children
The streets smell of death
Maybe then they'll see our situation
In a new light
And put an end to the chaos in the ghetto
Put an end to the killings
Heard thoughts going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Drink it all up just to get it on
Cuz I'm a be cutting throats till the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've always been a psycho but now they coming with me
That's straight to Wit T. Mark
Cuz I believe every throat deserves a good cut
Look in my brain, it's fucking insane
Roll around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucker, took me for a sucker
Now we killing you instead of killing each other
Walked in his house, shot him in the mouth
Lean back the head and pour the brains out
My lyrics are strong, it's only a song
The government from the ghetto don't know what's going on
I'll take the matter into my own hands
Cut ya down, can't cut ya down
Cuz I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes axe to the noggen (come on bitch come on)
About thirty, forty times
Psychedelic sick with a psycho psycho rhyme
Thought you'd keep the killing in one place
But I'm at your door, motherfucker have a taste
Fucking you up, won't let you pass
Fucking you up, shot you in the ass
Jumped out the alleyway with the motherfucking battle axe
Throwing dead bodies on the motherfucking train tracks
I'm sick of this shit on my TV
They're showing psychopathics and I see me
And you're calling me a homeless hobo
While I'm laying on my sway couch listening to mojo
Snipe you in the head from a tower
Or chase your naked ass clean out the shower
Finally catch you down the block
Take this here gat and shoot you in the cock
Who you fucking with governor E?
Don't you know I hang your dead ass from a tree?
Yup, then swing you by the foot
Mister jumble-looking bald-head punk bitch
Stroll to the banquit 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
Never thought we'd come to the suburbs, jack off
The clown will stick his knife in your face
Motherfucker, have a taste
In Detroit, doing time, time be done
With a number of solutions cuz we're nothing but wicked men
Too many motherfuckers have I known threw the years
Got their necks blown out or crippled in their fears
And I'll tell you cuz I've been in many skolds
By the years cuz I'm drawn by the vision of the iron fist
Raised by the crime with nothing to eat
So my natural instinct is to kill in the streets
But I'm above that my central caution
Jump Steady stepping over the governor's brainwashing
Take it take it further take it take it far
Don't even let them judge you cause you know who you are
Seems like they don't even know about the inner city crime war
Money on the troops in the desert what the fuck for
Damn, that's stupid, their minds must be failing
Think I'd rather pay a little extra to the gallon
To save a human life or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew
You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes
You're peeping out the bomb with your closed eyes, ho
I have a mind killer rage waiting for change
In the folds of my jacket, crate of my gauge
What'cha gonna do when I show up at your place
Try and ignore it this time, motherfucker, have a taste
You need a spoonful, in another words, a little taste
So let me feed you the city at a rather steady pace
Wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream
Until you hear neighbors hollar and a young child scream
Everyday thing, think you can take it
Just wait till you see the crackhead at your front door, naked
Beggin' for money acting like he knows ya
You slam the door in fear, but someday he'll show ya
Catch ya at gun point range you're getting jacked
"Come up with it, bitch!!!" now you don't know how to act
But that's life inexperienced is a mother
Happens everyday, one after another
But the suburb living is high class
Well, high class, lemme see you trade with our ass
And show you the rough times
Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime
And bitches coming to pipe for dope
Then they run to rock solder, buy some rock snow
And I hear you're making fun of that
ICP, what's up E?, get your bats
It's time for you to crack some necks
If they don't know now, show them what to expect
Because it doesn't matter the race or the place
Capitol E, giving the inner city taste
We had it from Birmingham, Cross Point, and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew because we in a devilish mood
Guess who's rolling with the ICP
The black devil coming straight from the deep
I'm heading out to Birmingham, attempt to even burn a man
Looking for the governor to kill a man I think I can
Violent J, don't go away, cause I'm gonna getcha
And if you're standing in my way, I'm gonna wetcha
The black devil, that devil ya don't know
Gettin' more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my name
Esham with Nadas not Soul Train
So gimme mine cuz it ain't about black and white
It ain't about wrong and right on Devil's Night
I'll burn a cross in your fucking face
Now homicide's gotta new case
So gimme a taste...
Just a little taste, just a little taste
Have a little taste, have a little taste