Insane Clown Posse (abbreviated as ICP), is an American hip-hop duo compose… Read Full Bio ↴Insane Clown Posse (abbreviated as ICP), is an American hip-hop duo composed of Violent J (Joseph Bruce) and Shaggy 2 Dope (Joseph Utsler). ICP has earned two platinum and five gold albums. According to Nielsen SoundScan, the entire catalog of the group has sold 6.5 million units in the United States and Canada as of April 2007. The group has established a dedicated following called Juggalos numbering in the "tens of thousands".
Founded in Detroit in 1989, Insane Clown Posse performs a style of hardcore hip hop known as horrorcore and is known for its elaborate live performances. Originally known as JJ Boyz and Inner City Posse, the group introduced supernatural- and horror-themed lyrics as a means of distinguishing itself stylistically. The duo founded the independent record label Psychopathic Records with Alex Abbiss as manager, and produced and starred in the feature films Big Money Hustlas and Big Money Rustlas. They formed their own professional wrestling promotion, Juggalo Championship Wrestling, and later collaborated with many hip hop and rock musicians.
The songs of Insane Clown Posse center thematically on the mythology of the Dark Carnival, a metaphoric limbo in which the lives of the dead are judged by one of several entities. The Dark Carnival is elaborated through a series of stories called Joker's Cards, each of which offers a specific lesson designed to change the "evil ways" of listeners before "the end consumes us all". The original lineup of Insane Clown Posse was John Utsler (John Kickjazz), Joe Bruce (Violent J) and Joey Utsler (Shaggy 2 Dope). John Utsler left before Carnival of Carnage was released in 1992.
Insane Clown Posse's performance style is often described as horrorcore hip hop, which "utilize shocking (and blatantly over-the-top) narratives to give an over-exaggerated, almost cartoon-like version of urban deprivation in Detroit", according to author Sara Cohen. Bruce and Utsler describe many of their lyrics as being tongue-in-cheek. The group's early work features a raw, minimalistic sound, which later evolved into a more rock-oriented style. The group's lyrics serve as morality tales, with songs focusing on subjects such as cannibalism, murder and necrophilia. Insane Clown Posse's debut album, Carnival of Carnage, features a politically-oriented focus, criticizing elitism and prejudice against those who live in the ghetto, while the album's liner notes criticize the Gulf War. The group's lyrics have opposed racism, bigotry, domestic violence, and child abuse.
Insane Clown Posse has covered songs by Geto Boys, Sly Fox, and Above the Law. Bruce and Utsler refer to Ice Cube, Awesome Dre, Geto Boys, and Esham as influences on their own music, while Bruce has expressed admiration for Gong, Pearl Jam, and Michael Jackson. Mike E. Clark's production for the group incorporates elements such as "carnival organ riffs, power chords and shotgun blasts...banjolike plucking and Van Halen-esque guitar squeals", while Bruce and Utsler sometimes alternate between rapping and screaming. Bruce has credited pop music as an influence on some of the group's material, even terming the music "Wicked Pop". Bruce has also stated "We do our own genre of music". In his review of The Tempest, Allmusic's David Jeffries writes that Bruce and Utsler "[rap] in a carnival barker fashion that fits with their circus motif, their Insane Clown disguises, and Mike E. Clark's big top-inspired production." Insane Clown Posse has influenced similar acts, such as Axe Murder Boyz, Blaze Ya Dead Homie and Boondox.
Founded in Detroit in 1989, Insane Clown Posse performs a style of hardcore hip hop known as horrorcore and is known for its elaborate live performances. Originally known as JJ Boyz and Inner City Posse, the group introduced supernatural- and horror-themed lyrics as a means of distinguishing itself stylistically. The duo founded the independent record label Psychopathic Records with Alex Abbiss as manager, and produced and starred in the feature films Big Money Hustlas and Big Money Rustlas. They formed their own professional wrestling promotion, Juggalo Championship Wrestling, and later collaborated with many hip hop and rock musicians.
The songs of Insane Clown Posse center thematically on the mythology of the Dark Carnival, a metaphoric limbo in which the lives of the dead are judged by one of several entities. The Dark Carnival is elaborated through a series of stories called Joker's Cards, each of which offers a specific lesson designed to change the "evil ways" of listeners before "the end consumes us all". The original lineup of Insane Clown Posse was John Utsler (John Kickjazz), Joe Bruce (Violent J) and Joey Utsler (Shaggy 2 Dope). John Utsler left before Carnival of Carnage was released in 1992.
Insane Clown Posse's performance style is often described as horrorcore hip hop, which "utilize shocking (and blatantly over-the-top) narratives to give an over-exaggerated, almost cartoon-like version of urban deprivation in Detroit", according to author Sara Cohen. Bruce and Utsler describe many of their lyrics as being tongue-in-cheek. The group's early work features a raw, minimalistic sound, which later evolved into a more rock-oriented style. The group's lyrics serve as morality tales, with songs focusing on subjects such as cannibalism, murder and necrophilia. Insane Clown Posse's debut album, Carnival of Carnage, features a politically-oriented focus, criticizing elitism and prejudice against those who live in the ghetto, while the album's liner notes criticize the Gulf War. The group's lyrics have opposed racism, bigotry, domestic violence, and child abuse.
Insane Clown Posse has covered songs by Geto Boys, Sly Fox, and Above the Law. Bruce and Utsler refer to Ice Cube, Awesome Dre, Geto Boys, and Esham as influences on their own music, while Bruce has expressed admiration for Gong, Pearl Jam, and Michael Jackson. Mike E. Clark's production for the group incorporates elements such as "carnival organ riffs, power chords and shotgun blasts...banjolike plucking and Van Halen-esque guitar squeals", while Bruce and Utsler sometimes alternate between rapping and screaming. Bruce has credited pop music as an influence on some of the group's material, even terming the music "Wicked Pop". Bruce has also stated "We do our own genre of music". In his review of The Tempest, Allmusic's David Jeffries writes that Bruce and Utsler "[rap] in a carnival barker fashion that fits with their circus motif, their Insane Clown disguises, and Mike E. Clark's big top-inspired production." Insane Clown Posse has influenced similar acts, such as Axe Murder Boyz, Blaze Ya Dead Homie and Boondox.
Taste
Insane Clown Posse Lyrics
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[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
[Violent J]
Heard what's going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just to warm you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm 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 don't know what is going on
Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
'Cause I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the noggin
About thirty or forty 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!
[Nate The Mack (Shaggy 2 Dope)]
Fucking you up won't 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)
I'm sick of this shit I see on the TV, they showing psychopaths 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 with governor 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
[Jump Steady]
In Detroit doing time, time being done
Without not another solution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many mothafuckas I've know through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear
Now I'll tell ya cause I been in many schools for this
Cause I'm 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
I'm going to war and I sent you caution
Jump steady stepping over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, take it farther, take it far)
Don't let them even judge ya, 'cause you know who you are
Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war
Money's on the Jews in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn the're stupid, the mines 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 ho)
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
[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 with it bitch)
Now ya don't know how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a mother
Happens 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 committing 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 don't know now, show them what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city taste
[Violent J]
Yea! We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood
[Esham]
Guess who's rolling with the ICP,
That black devil coming straight from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham, to tip off a German
And looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can
Violent J know the way so I'm gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way I'm getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya don't know
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my name?
[Esham]
I'm down with notices, nuts on 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 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 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
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
[Violent J]
Heard what's going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just to warm you, just to get it on
'Cause I'm 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 don't know what is going on
Fuck, I'll take the matter in my own hands
Cut ya down cat, cut ya down
'Cause I know the rich go jogging
And I'm waiting in the bushes, axe to the noggin
About thirty or forty 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!
[Nate The Mack (Shaggy 2 Dope)]
Fucking you up won't 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)
I'm sick of this shit I see on the TV, they showing psychopaths 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 with governor 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
[Jump Steady]
In Detroit doing time, time being done
Without not another solution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many mothafuckas I've know through the years
Got they necks blown off or crippled in their fear
Now I'll tell ya cause I been in many schools for this
Cause I'm 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
I'm going to war and I sent you caution
Jump steady stepping over the governments brainwashing
(Take it, take it farther, take it far)
Don't let them even judge ya, 'cause you know who you are
Seems they don't even know about the inner city crime war
Money's on the Jews in the desert but what the fuck for
Damn the're stupid, the mines 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 ho)
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
[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 with it bitch)
Now ya don't know how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a mother
Happens 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 committing 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 don't know now, show them what to expect
'Cause it don't matter the race or the place
Capitol E giving the inner city taste
[Violent J]
Yea! We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood
[Esham]
Guess who's rolling with the ICP,
That black devil coming straight from the D
I'm heading out to Birmingham, to tip off a German
And looking for the governor to kill him and I think I can
Violent J know the way so I'm gonna getcha
If ya standing in my way I'm getting wit ya
The black devil, that devil ya don't know
Getting more pussy than Bel Biv Devoe
Hey man do you know my name?
[Esham]
I'm down with notices, nuts on 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 burn a cross in ya fucking face
Now homicide's got a new case
So give me a taste
The lyrics to Insane Clown Posse's song "Taste" discuss violent revenge in response to the harsh reality of living in the ghetto. Violent J proposes that the only way to end the chaos is to move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance. Essentially, the song is a call to arms for those who have been overlooked and oppressed by society. The violent imagery is graphic and extreme but it is meant to express the frustration and anger that many feel when they are forced to live in poverty without any opportunities.
The lyrics of "Taste" are not meant to be taken literally but rather as a commentary on the systemic failures and inequalities that lead to urban violence. Violence is not the solution to finding justice, but the song speaks to those who have been pushed to their mental limits due to their oppression. The brutal lyrics are meant to evoke a sense of urgency and desperation, highlighting the fact that change needs to happen soon.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH BRUCE
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