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Fantaseaii
Writer(s) Azealia Banks
Machinedrum
Kevin Hussein
Busta Rhymes
Producer(s) Machinedrum
Released November 8, 2019
Recorded 2014
Length 03:31
From GJR1LWI

"Taste's State" is a song performed by Azealia Banks. It serves as the sixth track on Azealia's album, Fantasea II: The Second Wave. It features Busta Rhymes.

Background and composition[]

The track was recorded in a studio session at Miami in 2014 and slated for release in Banks's studio album Fantasea II: The Second Wave, but the album was postponed several times and the song was ultimately released as a promotional single on SoundCloud.

The release of the song was delayed reportedly because of Busta Rhymes's opinion of the song sounding dated, which Banks did not agree with. This led Banks to release the song for free in her official SoundCloud account.

Lyrics[]

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
The sure shot, miss sex pot, straight shooter
The best round, miss flesh brown, who bang beauty?
That brand newbie, my clan cutie who [?]
Off eight doobies and champagne, and pressed grapes
The best made, the checkmate, the check made
The best babe especially, I'm taste's state
The princess of pretty, the belle of the prissy, you dig me?
The moisture is plenty, you got nothing for me then get me
The pick of the litter, these bitches is bitter
Banksy is better, these bitches is dinner
Throwing my letter, Banks clearly the winner
Notice the grave on the breast
Scraping the plate
You know how I play

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Healer, winner, bring it back on rewind
There's no time to heal her, take her back, rock yo' spine
Pussy whore, talk your shine
I can see how we in great shape
Flatlining everything and this bitch is my taste's state

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Yo
The boisterous bully with lyrics to master the creature
I chop up and get to you n*ggas like slicing a pizza
The cypher gets deeper
Yes, I line n*ggas up like a zebra
'dominal diarrhea, n*ggas no lie it gets deeper than
Rhymes is a keeper
Bitch, we scorching it hot like a fever
Fuck what you talk, your bitch a thot and she'd like me to meet her
Cooked every boil up in the pot while the water will heat her
Smoking some OG in the drive while we blanket your street up
And basket your meat up
And throw away the auxs and casket your 3 up
And bury the boxes, my loose screw n*ggas
And let em freeze her (brrr)
Bitch, I demolish and disrespect n*ggas
Now fuck the responses that's how we do n*ggas

[Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
Healer, winner, bring it back on rewind
Theres no time to heal her, take her back, rock yo' spine
Pussy whore talk your shine
I can see how we in great shape
Flatlining everything and this bitch is my taste' state

[Verse 5: Azealia Banks]
I be-be minding my B yah, B yah
Playin' some old Aaliyah
She lickin' me on my ear, ear, ear
See ya, s-see ya see ya as we rollin' r-rollin, b-ballin'
Won't catch us on the bleachers, we leaders n*gga
They schemin', these nigg*s they peepers
Broke n*ggas be pocket watchin', them bitches be thieves
You can catch me stuntin' s-stuntin' I'm frequent
Your baby father's a skeez-a
They creep in my DM's
They wanted this freakin'
Come catch me on weekends, n*gga
There's something I mean it
I'm leaving you leakin' n*gga
Like what were you thinking?
I'm speaking that different n*gga
I'm getting that benji, I'm getting them dividends
I'm Rocky in Harlem, probably my Juelz be dripping n*gga
Come plunge on the water homie
Fish scale in the kitchen, n*gga
The hickory, dickory dock ready shit be
The finest in China, the whitest on the block with the remedy

[Verse 6: Busta Rhymes]
Healer, winner, bring it back on rewind
Theres no time to heal her, take her back, rock yo' spine
Pussy whore talk your shine
I can see how we in great shape
Flatlining everything and this bitch is my taste' state

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