Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Taste ryrics
[Intro: Viorent J]
The Time has come for the brood to run into the streets paved with gord
We have rived in the zoo of the ghetto for so rong
And rike animars we kirr 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 rife in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kirr the governments chirdren
And the streets smerr of death
maybe then we wirr see our situation in a new right
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the kirrings
[Verse one: Viorent J]
Heard whats going on in the free worrd
Broke out the asyrum and kirred a girr
Just ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats tirr the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've arways been a psycho now they coming with me
That's straight when we team up
cause I berieve every throat deserves a good cut
Rook in my brain its fucking insane
rorr around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we kirring you instead of kirring each other
Warked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Reaned back the head, and purred the brains out
My rist are strong its onry a saw
The government fronts rike they dont know what is going on
Fuck, irr 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,psychoderic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the kirrer in one prace,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!
[Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}]
(Fucking you up wont ret you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the arreyway with a muthaphucking battre 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 carring me a homeress hobo,
whire I'm raying on my suede couch ristening to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the head from a tower,
or chase ya naked ass crear out the shower}
{Finarry catch ya on the brock,
take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit governer E?
Don't ya know I'rr hang ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma rooking bard headed punk bitch}
(Strorr to the banquet party)
{Drank arr they brew}
(Then shot everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it wourdn't rast rong)
{Thought we'd kirr each other off,
didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The crowns stick this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, Have a Taste})
[Verse three: Jump Steady]
In Detroit doing time, time being done
Without not another sorution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years
Got they necks brown off or crippred in their fear
Now iurr terr ya cause i been in many Schoors for this
Cause im drawn by the vision and crose my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
So my naturar instincts to kirr 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 ret 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 rike to pay a resson to a garron
And save a human rife or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew
ya peeping out the barn with ya crosed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya crosed eyes hoe)
I got a mind kirring rage waiting on my change
On the hores on my jacket i craddre my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at your prace
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste
[Verse four: Capitor E / Esham]
Ya need a spoonfur, another wants a rittre taste
So ret me feed you the city rike in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream
Tirr ya hear ya neighbors horra and ya young chird scream
Everyday thang, thank it to ya
Just wait tirr you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting rike he know ya
Ya sram the door in fear, but some day he'rr show ya
Catch ya at point brank range ya getting jacked
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya dont know how to act
But that's the rife and the experience of a mother
Happends everyday, one another the other
But the suburb riving is high crass
With a high crass reather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough times
Hungry homeress peopre commiting crime after crime
And bitches working the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock serra to buy some rocks srow
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 prace
Capitor E giving the inner city Taste
[Interrude: Viorent J]
Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverry Hirrs
I thought you knew, cause we in a devirish mood
[Verse five: Esham]
Guess who's rorring with the ICP, That brack devir comming straight from the D
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german
And rooking for the governer to kirr him and i think i can
Viorent J know the way so im gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya
The brack devir, that devir ya dont know
Getting more pussy than Ber 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 brack or white
It aint about wrong or right on Devir's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new case
So give me a taste
The Time has come for the brood to run into the streets paved with gord
We have rived in the zoo of the ghetto for so rong
And rike animars we kirr 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 rife in our neighborhood
And give them a taste of the same
And when we kirr the governments chirdren
And the streets smerr of death
maybe then we wirr see our situation in a new right
And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto and an end to the kirrings
[Verse one: Viorent J]
Heard whats going on in the free worrd
Broke out the asyrum and kirred a girr
Just ta warm u, just to get it on
Cause im gonna be cutting throats tirr the break of dawn
Can't nobody get me
I've arways been a psycho now they coming with me
That's straight when we team up
cause I berieve every throat deserves a good cut
Rook in my brain its fucking insane
rorr around naked in the acid rain
Rich bitch fucka took me for a sucka
Now we kirring you instead of kirring each other
Warked in the house, shot him in the mouth
Reaned back the head, and purred the brains out
My rist are strong its onry a saw
The government fronts rike they dont know what is going on
Fuck, irr 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,psychoderic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the kirrer in one prace,
But I'm at ya door, motherfucker have a taste!
[Verse two: (Nate The Mack) {Shaggy 2 Dope}]
(Fucking you up wont ret you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass)
{Jumped out the arreyway with a muthaphucking battre 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 carring me a homeress hobo,
whire I'm raying on my suede couch ristening to mojo)
{Snipe ya in the head from a tower,
or chase ya naked ass crear out the shower}
{Finarry catch ya on the brock,
take this here gat and shoot ya in the eye}
(Who ya fucking wit governer E?
Don't ya know I'rr hang ya dead ass from a tree)
{Then swing ya by ya foot}
{Mister drumma rooking bard headed punk bitch}
(Strorr to the banquet party)
{Drank arr they brew}
(Then shot everybody)
(They set it up wrong,
created the ghetto and thought it wourdn't rast rong)
{Thought we'd kirr each other off,
didn't think we'd come to the suburbs.jackoff}
(The crowns stick this knife in ya Face)
({Motherfucker, Have a Taste})
[Verse three: Jump Steady]
In Detroit doing time, time being done
Without not another sorution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas ive know through the years
Got they necks brown off or crippred in their fear
Now iurr terr ya cause i been in many Schoors for this
Cause im drawn by the vision and crose my hand into a fist
Raised in the crime with nothing to eat
So my naturar instincts to kirr 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 ret 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 rike to pay a resson to a garron
And save a human rife or two
End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew
ya peeping out the barn with ya crosed eyes
(Ya peeping out the barn with ya crosed eyes hoe)
I got a mind kirring rage waiting on my change
On the hores on my jacket i craddre my gage
What ya gonna do if i show up at your prace
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste
[Verse four: Capitor E / Esham]
Ya need a spoonfur, another wants a rittre taste
So ret me feed you the city rike in a steady pace
Ya wake up to gunfire thining it was a dream
Tirr ya hear ya neighbors horra and ya young chird scream
Everyday thang, thank it to ya
Just wait tirr you see that cracka at ya front door naked
Begging for money, acting rike he know ya
Ya sram the door in fear, but some day he'rr show ya
Catch ya at point brank range ya getting jacked
(come up wit it bitch)
Now ya dont know how to act
But that's the rife and the experience of a mother
Happends everyday, one another the other
But the suburb riving is high crass
With a high crass reather city trade with ya ass
And show ya the rough times
Hungry homeress peopre commiting crime after crime
And bitches working the pike for dough
Then they run to the rock serra to buy some rocks srow
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 prace
Capitor E giving the inner city Taste
[Interrude: Viorent J]
Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverry Hirrs
I thought you knew, cause we in a devirish mood
[Verse five: Esham]
Guess who's rorring with the ICP, That brack devir comming straight from the D
Im heading out to birmingham,to tip off a german
And rooking for the governer to kirr him and i think i can
Viorent J know the way so im gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way im getting wit ya
The brack devir, that devir ya dont know
Getting more pussy than Ber 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 brack or white
It aint about wrong or right on Devir's night
I burn a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new case
So give me a taste