Nate the M.A.C.K. - Taste lyrics

[Intro: Jumpsteady] 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 k** each other with a (?) for others We must move into the suburbs And punish the rich for their ignorance And the horror of d**h That is a part of our life in our neighborhood And give them a taste of the same And when we k** the government's children And the streets smell of d**h Maybe then we'll see our situation in a new light And put an end the the chaos in the ghetto And put an end to the k**ings [Verse 1: Violent J] Heard thoughts going on in the free world Broke out the asylum and k**ed a girl Just a warm-up, just to get it on 'Cause I'mma be cutting throats 'til the break of dawn Can't nobody get me I've always been a psycho but 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 it's f**ing insane Roll around naked in the acid rain Rich b**h f**er took me for a s**er Now we k**ing you instead of k**ing each other Walked in your house Shot him in the mouth Lean back the head and blow the brains out My lyrics are strong It's only a song The government fronts like they don't know what's going on f** it, I'll take the matter in my own hands Cut you down cat, cut you down 'Cause I know the rich go joggin' And I'm waiting in the bushes Axe to the noggin About 30, 40 times Psychedelic sick with the psycho psycho rhymes But you keep the k**er in one place But I'm at your door Motherf**er have a taste [Verse 2: John Kickjazz, Shaggy 2 Dope] (John Kickjazz) f**ing you up won't let you pa** f**ing you up, shot you in the a** (2 Dope) Jumped out the alleyway with a motherf**ing battle axe 12 dead bodies on the motherf**ing train tracks (John Kickjazz) I'm sick of this sh** on my TV They showing psychopathics and I see me And you're calling me a homeless hobo While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo (2 Dope) Snipe you in the head from a tower Or chase your naked a** clean out the shower Finally catch you down the block Take this here gat, shoot you in the co*k (John Kickjazz) Who you f**ing with Governor E? Don't you know I'll hang your dead a** from a tree (2 Dope) Yup, then swing you by the foot Mr. Drummond looking, bald headed, punk b**h (John Kickjazz) Strolled to the banquet party (2 Dope) Drank all their brew (John Kickjazz) Then shot everybody They set it up wrong Created the ghetto and thought it wouldn't last long (2 Dope) Thought we'd k** each other off Didn't think we'd come to the suburbs, jackoff (John Kickjazz) The clown'll stick his knife in your face Motherf**er, have a taste [Verse 3: Jumpsteady] In Detroit you will die for dying to be dealing With another wild solution 'Cause it's nothing but a wicked man How many motherf**ers have I known through the years Got their necks blown out or crippled, living in fear Now I'mma tell you 'cause I (?) how many (?) but they missed 'Cause I'm drawn (?) from the vision of the Iron Fist Raised with the crime, with nothing to eat So my natural instinct's to k** in the street But I'm (?) a sense of caution Jumpsteady stepping over the government's brainwashing (Take it, take it further, take it further, take it far) Don't let them even judge you '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, what the f** for Damn they're stupid Their minds must be failing Think I'd rather pay a little extra to a gallon To save a human life, or two End this ghetto war for the homies that I once knew You're peeping out the barn with your closed eyes (You're peeping out the barn with your closed eyes, ho) I got a mind k**ing rage waiting for change In the folds of my jacket I cradle my gauge What you gonna do when I show up at your place Try to ignore it this time Motherf**er have a taste [Verse 4: Capital E] You need a spoonful Another was a little taste So let me feed you the city life at a steady pace Wake up to gunfire thinking it was a dream 'Til you hear neighbors holler and a young child scream Everyday thing, think you can take it Just wait 'til you see that crackhead at your front door naked Begging for money, acting like he know you You slam the door in fear, but some day he'll show you Catch you at blank point range, you getting jacked ("Come up with it, b**h!") Now you don't know how to act But that's life and experience is a mother Happens everyday, one after the other But the suburb living is high cla** Well, High Cla**, let the city trade with your a** And show you the rough times Hungry homeless people committing crime after crime And b**hes blowing the pipe for dough Then they run to the rock sto' and to buy some rock snow And I hear you making fun of that ICP, ("What's up, E)?" Get your bats It's time for you to crack some necks And if they dont know now Show them what to expect 'Cause it doesn't matter the race or the place Capital E, giving the inner city taste [Interlude: Violent J] Yeah, we headed for Birmingham, Grosse Pointe, and Beverly Hills I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood [Verse 5: Esham] Guess who's rolling with the ICP The Black Devil coming straight from the D I'm headed out to Birmingham I'm attempting to this burning the man Looking for the governor to k** him and I think I can Violent J know the way so I'm gonna get you If you're standing in my way I'm getting with ya The Black Devil, that devil you don't know Getting more p**y than Bel Biv DeVoe Hey man do you know my name Esham with NATAS, not Soul Train So give me mine 'cause it ain't about black or white It ain't about wrong or right on Devil's Night I'll burn a cross in your f**ing face Now homicide's got a new case So give me a taste