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Esham

Genres: Hip-Hop

Taste - Esham Lyrics - Esham

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 

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 

 

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Verse one: ViolentJ 

 

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 

 

Photos 

 

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 

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