Taste Filmography

• Message to Love: The Isle of Wight Festival (1997)
• Listening to You: The Who at the Isle of Wight (1970)

• Season 1
• Episode 1: (#1.1)
  USA:2006...

Taste

Cast

• Beverley Turner
• Ed Baines
• Nicole Herft
• Paul Bloxham
• Sophie Michell
• Tai Altman
• Olly Smith
• Gino D'Acampo
• Natasha Bryce
• Matt Skinner
• Glen Matten
• Raymond Blanc
• Merrilees Parker
• James Tanner
• Gizzi Erskine
• Nick Ede
• Paul Young
• Kylie Kwong
• Jo Pratt
• Isabella Legeron
• Gordon McDermott
• Frank Bordoni

• Season 1
• Episode 1: (#1.1)
  UK:17 October 2005...
• Episode 2: (#1.2)
• Episode 3: (#1.3)
  UK:19 October 2005...
• Episode 4: (#1.4)
  UK:20 October 2005...
• Episode 5: (#1.5)
• Episode 6: (#1.6)
  UK:24 October 2005...
• Episode 7: (#1.7)
  UK:25 October 2005...
• Episode 8: (#1.8)
• Episode 9: (#1.9)
• Episode 10: (#1.10)
  UK:28 October 2005...
• Episode 11: (#1.11)
• Episode 12: (#1.12)
  UK:1 November 2005...
• Episode 13: (#1.13)
  Herself - Presenter: James, that is spectacular. That's not cooking, that's an event!...
• Episode 14: (#1.14)
  UK:3 November 2005...
• Episode 15: (#1.15)
  UK:4 November 2005...
• Episode 16: (#1.16)
• Episode 17: (#1.17)
  UK:8 November 2005...
• Episode 18: (#1.18)
• Episode 19: (#1.19)
• Episode 20: (#1.20)
  UK:11 November 2005...
• Episode 21: (#1.21)
• Episode 22: (#1.22)
• Episode 23: (#1.23)
  UK:16 November 2005...
• Episode 24: (#1.24)
  UK:17 November 2005...
• Episode 25: (#1.25)
• Episode 26: (#1.26)
• Episode 27: (#1.27)
  UK:22 November 2005...
• Episode 28: (#1.28)
  UK:23 November 2005...
• Episode 29: (#1.29)
• Episode 30: (#1.30)
• Episode 31: (#1.31)
  UK:28 November 2005...
• Episode 32: (#1.32)
• Episode 33: (#1.33)
  UK:30 November 2005...
• Episode 34: (#1.34)
  UK:1 December 2005...
• Episode 35: (#1.35)
• Episode 36: (#1.36)
• Episode 37: (#1.37)
  UK:6 November 2005...
• Episode 38: (#1.38)
  UK:7 December 2005...
• Episode 39: (#1.39)
  UK:8 December 2005...
• Episode 40: (#1.40)
• Episode 41: (#1.41)
  UK:12 December 2005...
• Episode 42: (#1.42)
• Episode 43: (#1.43)
  UK:14 December 2005...
• Episode 44: (#1.44)
  UK:15 December 2005...
• Episode 45: (#1.45)
  UK:16 December 2005...
• Episode 46: (#1.46)
  UK:19 December 2005...
• Episode 47: (#1.47)
• Episode 48: (#1.48)
  UK:21 December 2005...
• Episode 49: (#1.49)
  UK:22 December 2005...
• Episode 50: (#1.50)
  UK:23 December 2005...
• Episode 51: (#1.51)
  UK:26 December 2005...
• Episode 52: (#1.52)
  UK:27 December 2005...
• Episode 53: (#1.53)
• Episode 54: (#1.54)
  UK:29 December 2005...
• Episode 55: (#1.55)
  UK:30 December 2005...
• Episode 56: (#1.56)
• Episode 57: (#1.57)
  UK:3 January 2006...
• Episode 58: (#1.58)
• Episode 59: (#1.59)
  UK:5 January 2006...
• Episode 60: (#1.60)

• Taste - Insane Clown Posse
• Taste - ICP (Insane Clown Posse)
• Taste - I.C.P.
• Taste - Phish
• Taste - Animal Collective
• Taste - You Me At Six
• Taste - Ride
• Taste - Pointer Sisters
• Taste - Rob Crow
• Taste - Josh Abbott Band
• Taste - Rick James
• Taste - Engine
• Taste - Alcoholocaust
• Taste - The Skulls Soundtrack
• Taste - Pac Div

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
Heard what's going on in the free world
Broke out the asylum and killed a girl
Just ta warn 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 it's 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 it's 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 nogging
About 30 or 40 times, psychedelic sick with the
Psycho psycho rhymes
But ya keep the killer in one place
But I'm at ya 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 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 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 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
In Detroit doing time
Time being done without not another solution
Without nothing but wicked men
How many muthaphuckas 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
Jumpsteady 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 they'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 cradle my gage
What ya gonna do if I show up at your place
Try to ignore it this time, motherfucker have a taste
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 thinking 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 don't know how to act
But that's the life and the experience of a mother
Happens everyday, one after 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
Yea, We heading to Birmingham, Gross Pointe and Beverly Hills
I thought you knew, 'cause we in a devilish mood
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?
I'm down with notics, 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

[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
[Verse one: Violent J]
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
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

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
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
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!
(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})
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
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
Yea! We heading to Birmingham,gross point and beverly Hills
I thought you knew, cause we in a devilish mood
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?
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

I'm up and I can take what you give
And I'm here but I want you to live with me
'Cause all I want is a taste for free
I'm down and I will drag you along and around
Until you burst into song and unwind
And leave your new life behind for a while
'Cause I can't see through the lights
I can't see through the lights
I'm down and I will drag you along and around
Until you burst into song and unwind
And leave your new life behind for a while
I'm out and I will stay here alone and without
Someone controlled by the phone and TV
'Cause what it's doing to me is fine
'Cause I can't see through the lights
I can't see through the lights
Step into space, alter my place
That someone else made
Why I have stayed into things I could be
Or if I could see into fog that surrounds
And pins me to the ground
I can't see through the lights
I can't see through the lights
I can't see through the lights

Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Would I complete myself without the things I like around?
Does the music that I make play on my awkward face?
Do you appreciate the subtleties of taste buds?
My friend and me were having laughs
In a living room filled with arts and crafts
He said, "I like their clothes and their charming ways,
But what I really want is a simple place,
With no fashion clothes 'cause you can't eat those"
Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes you showed to me,
Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness,
And maybe you would have more luck playing those tasty games,
But me, I called and called and never heard from her again.
She's too good to share our favorite things,
I'll keep an open mind if you let me in.
Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face.
Try not to judge me on my kind of taste.
And don't go changing clothes when they don't like yours.

And I'm watching you from a room with a view
Take it off, get some clues,
your next source, your next move
We will watch, we will talk, we will talk
We will watch, we will talk, we will talk
Down on you’re knees,
we can settle these debts in the sheets.
With some melodies.
The taste of your lips was a subtle hint,
that you’ve been jumping ship
Wasn't more than you were expecting,
wasn't more than you need
A sober safe bed keeps your head clear
And you know the rest
And I know I'm not the one you call when you are alone
And everybody else has their own verse and
You have your own song, your song
Down on you’re knees,
we can settle these debts in the sheets.
With some melodies.
The taste of your lips was a subtle hint,
that you’ve been jumping ship
Down on you’re knees,
we can settle these debts in the sheets.
With some melodies.
The taste of your lips was a subtle hint,
that you’ve been jumping ship
Down on you’re knees,
we can settle these debts in the sheets.
With some melodies.
The taste of your lips was a subtle hint,

Floating like a smoke ring,
It cannot be regained.
Now it's touched, it's broken,
The taste just slips away.
The taste just slips away.
I just want to know.
I don't want to tell you,
What you want to know.
I don't want to tell you
As hard as right can be,
It can feel so wrong.
Too much to leave,
Now it's all gone wrong.
But what's right or wrong?
I don't know.

My body's hot and my palms are sweaty baby
don't look surprised when you
know you got me ready for you
got me ready for you baby
temperature's risin', you know I'm hungry for ya
just close your eyes and give me
just a taste of your love
just a taste of your love baby
I've been waiting such a long time for your lovin'
don't make me think I'm spending my
time just for nothing
Oh, baby please, give me just a taste
of your love, ooh.
I need a taste of your love
give me just a taste of your love, oh
a taste of love, give me just a taste of your love
I need a taste of love, every single day,
it's your love
you start me up, don't ever quit
I need a taste, give just a little bit
my spirit's high and my pulse is steady baby
you can't deny that you know you
got me ready for you
got me ready for you baby
ain't nothing taxing, I'll make it easy on you
just try relaxing
give me just a taste of your love baby
you've been saying that your love
is more that passion
I'm tired of listening
now you know I want some action
oh, baby please give me just a taste of your love
I need a taste of your love
don't be afraid of my love
a taste of love, give me just a taste of your love
I need a taste of love,
every single day, it's your love
you wind me up, I must admit
I need a taste, give just a little bit
I've been waiting such a long time for your loving
don't make me think I'm spending
my time just for nothing
Oh, baby please, give just a taste

"How could you lie"
-The Imbecile
Took it upon myself
How could a mainstream episode
Force me, badly, to fall?
Huh?
Passions dying
Oceans forming
Feel the sun on the way to fall
He'll untie you
Feel like there's still
A way to fall
How?
Assuming you're right
It's horrible to let them
Go till now
How could you even telephone?
Honey, that's evil
I guess I could understand
If I could see you here now
Never try to lose that taste forever
Just act like it's alright

Well its late tonight
and I see the look in your eyes
they light you up
like a burning fire, full of desire
and I touch your face
and move with grace
and our lips collide in a burning ride
with a warm imbrace.
cause I wanna to taste your skin
I wanna be let in
I wanna hold you
and feel you, like you've never been
and I wanna touch you there,
I wanna kiss you here.
and maybe, by the sunrise
we'll both come, to our senses.
well I close my eyes,
but I open my heart
as the heat of the moment
slowly tears our clothes apart.
and we begin to move
and I slowly surrender to
the beauty and seduction that embodies you.
cause I wanna taste your skin,
I wanna be let in
I wanna hold you and feel you,
like you've never been.
and I wanna touch you there,
I wanna kiss you here.
and maybe, by the sunrise
we'll both come, to our senses
cause I wanna taste your skin,
I wanna be let in
I wanna hold you and feel you
like you've never been.
and I wanna touch you there
I wanna kiss you here.
and maybe, by the sunrise
we'll both come, to our senses.
oh baby
I said maybe by the sunrise

Didn't I say please don't ask me questions about my life
My life's an open secret
it's in the songs I write
It's in the way I sing
It's how I feel
Let me break this down for you
See if you can really understand me
Everybody wants to know about my style and where I'm from
Born a beast set out for feast at early age when I was young
Mary Jane...my claim to fame was all about me having fun
And smoking in the sun
Money in my pockets while the woman came and they'd go
Seven cars in my backyard cause that the way I loved to roll
Curse the day I started with play on something that would break my fall
Just getting high that's all...
Looking for a taste of love
Just a sweet taste of love
Just a taste of love...that could be so nice, be so nice
On the street i have to meet a dame I tought was really fine
Took her home up to my crib and that's the time she blew my mind
Everything was cool until the day Five-O knocked on the door
They made me hit the floor
Tried me for abuse and all these other lies were in the press
All they wanted was for me to cop a plea and just confess
Years when I was down I proved that I not only passed the test
But God was on my side...looking for a taste of love
Just a taste of love...just a sweet taste of love
Just a taste of love...looking for a taste of love
Just a taste of love...that would be so nice, be so nice
Just a taste of love...just a sweet taste of love
Just a taste of love...just a sweet taste of love
Just a taste of love...looking for a taste of love
That would be so nice, be so nice
Had it all baby...done it all...seen it all...I still see
It's all about love
And God is love baby

I am the one I have to face
All of the things I can't erase
The past is one to always haunt tomorrow
In my defense I can't defend
The fact that I have always been
The one to take what's been given to me
As for desire I've seen the face
Of urban want and urban need
I wonder if you need an explanation
Handed all that I could taste
Faced with more than I could face
I've had a lot of insecurities
All the things I want
All the things I need
I wanted to pretend that I was wrong
But I had my own thoughts
My own desires
Handed all that I could taste

my beard is soft to touch - let's stay in bed all day - the kama sutra's got nothin' on us - i like the way that you taste -- the children are in school - my breath is like toothpaste - your flesh is sweet, and wet, and smooth, baby - i like the way that you taste -- i want to drink from your lake - my thirst just won't go away - i want to munch on your birthday cake - i love the way that you taste

If I could have just a moment of you
Would I be wanting more?
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?
If I could have just a touch of you
Could I tear myself away?
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
If I could have just a breath of you
Would you, could you infect me?
If I could have just a view of you
Would you leave your door ajar?
If I could have just a part of you
Let me drink of your tides
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
And after would the silence thicken, stiffen?
Would I run home in the dark with something stolen?
Would you be slinking in my conscience, laughing?
Would this hunger ever cease?
You are the cliff that I walk
Lord help me if I fall
Are you more than my hunger?
Lord help me if I starve
If I could have just a moment of you
Would I be wanting more?
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?
If I could have just a touch of you
Could I tear myself away?
I would pray to be the rain that runs over and in your skin
With no consequence
To be the liquid in your glass that falls around your lips and mouth
Swallow me
And after would the silence thicken, stiffen?
Would I run home in the dark with something stolen?
Would you be slinking in my conscience, laughing?
Would this hunger ever cease?
You are the cliff that I walk
Lord help me if I fall
Are you more than my hunger?
Lord help me if I starve
If I could have just a taste of you
Would I be addicted?

Taste by Pac Div
L.A. got a taste,
New York got a taste,
Detroit got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
Chi. Town got a taste,
The A got a taste,
The Bay got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
The U.K. got a taste,
Japan got a taste,
and France got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
The World got a taste,
Your girl got a taste,
Even your mom got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
(Big Mibbs)
Im coming from the city where no pity is shown
And everybody wants to be a G when they grown
They heat seek at your dome
with simple squeeze of the chrome
You see a n*gga one week
Next week he gone
But lately its been shady I don't like the zone
Thats why I got so crazy on the microphone
You see I write the poems
They un-light your dome
Come in the doors open and the lights is on
And this shit hit harder then the time you found out that your girl was
cheating
or maybe even
that faithful evening
You turned on the T.V. screen and seen Rodney King take that beaten
Heavy hitter shit now the whole crowd feinding
For that un-cut raw, they can taste it even
It’s the reason Im breathing
now take three of these and call me if you have any questions
good evening
Jersey got a taste,
H Town got a taste,
Richmond got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
N.C. got a taste,
Portland got a taste,
Boston got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
AZ got a taste,
Fresno got a taste,
Brooklyn got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
The World got a taste,
Your girl got a taste,
Your grandma got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
(BeYoung)
Just ask your momma
She know about it
How we go about it
Its our shows that she take her drawers and throw em out it
Ain’t no clothes allowed in,
Watch us take these lame n*gga’s in the game plus the frame and we
blow em out it
Ya, Ya, I say we blow them out it
Ain’t no turning back now, know the throne is ours.
And that’s a guarantee, cause see, I ain’t into gassing n*gga’s
I run my thing like its solar powered
These trash n*gga’s I can go without it
These trash n*gga’s love to coach you ‘bout it
Cause they the ones supplying the shit
N*gga’s in their mid thirties still lying and shit
Like, “Mother fucking positive shit, Im getting paid man life is a bitch”
Uh, Thats why I do me, and keep it cool see
Pac Div man you’ll know who them dudes be
Cleveland got a taste,
DC got a taste,
VA got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
Vegas got a taste,
Memphis got a taste,
Oakland got a taste of it
(They say they love it)
Pittsburgh got a taste,
Little Rock got a taste,
N.O. got a taste of it
(They say they love it)
The World got a taste,
Your girl got a taste,
Your Auntie got a taste of it
(They say they love it)
(Like)
I got to much passion for that monotone rapping
If silence is golden I wouldn't know it, I’m trying to go platinum
Designer coat fashion, finer sewn fabrics
I’m so classic like I’m walking on a runway
You talk a lot of gun play, all that tough actin’
To me means your coming out the closet one day....any day, any way
I’m heavy hitting I could home run in any play
With no stripes, Im so nice, what you know right, cause i’m dope like,
What you sold, right? you know snow white,
How you a millionaire, still rapping ‘bout your coke price?
I don’t get it, its a joke right?
But the kids love it so it ain’t wrong right?
Just food for thought, for the soul like,
here’s a piece have a whole bite and taste it.
Philly got a taste,
South Beach got a taste,
Dallas got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
Louisville got a taste,
C Town got a taste,
B’more got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
Austin got a taste,
Denver got a taste,
Palm Dale got a taste of it,
(They say they love it)
The World got a taste,
Your girl got a taste,
Now you got a taste of it.