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(Necro)
Poetry in the streets
brand new third
Necro and Ill

The press, runs the tape records the mess
of the human race, can study death
they'll reach in through your TV
they'll
a that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
your executed when electrocuted
who's responsible for a man thats dead
and putrid
we your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
be frozen forever into a statue of death
a in the lab dead
in the head
knives are the hands of a crab
jabbin your flab till you them and bled
you off a building
killin off children
drillin' holes in corpse till your spillin' the colour vermillion
split your brains
i'll slit your
the of a bat cracked across your back
is like hit by a train
i'll stick a fang in blood bank
then
my shangle
you the triangle
piece of an
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable digesting the
you won't survive a screw driver driven inside your
choke on blood and another kaniver croaks

Remix!

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a vitality found in few places
but beneath the surface of the city
and you shall uncover a sesspool of human emotion

gun sour, a planet, where
that become
the brutality
its poetry in the streets of the big
you get
and to the floor, white slaved up and shackled

I spit on your grave, piss in your mouth, and on your face
grind you into slop meat and you to your friends
we movin bad
another brutal rampage
turnin to ashtrays
to crack slaves
and boobies lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i never guilt
i have krills, i'll you fags killed
in front of your mom and dads
splatterin both of
with of your explodin head
fragments stainin' clothing red
i make you love the pain, it
we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, love the dirt
its
i'm like havin a shot at you
we not the type that at you
we the type that at you
slit your with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
have you cyanide screamin die whores
kill physical first, next your minds lost
leave you in the home you make a fine corpse
got you across the walls when my nine talks
you execution style like a crime boss
travel through time and terminate you like a
my mentality's core

It's poetry in the streets of the big
and a vitality found in few other
but beneath the surface of the city
and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of human

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, where
that become
the brutality
its in the streets of the big apple
you get
and grappled to the floor, white up and shackled

New Verse!

Rescue crews care for the living
they'll with them but once death is claimed
paramedics show for the victim
you command respect when your alive but you
die your reduced to a bloody nusense a gruesome
to the eye driven a taxi is a dangerous
you pick up the grim reaper the passenger
all taxi drivers a robber might put a gun
in your ear and end life with the twitch of
a finger it happens all year you goin into
arrest the fire men are pumpin your chest and hope in restoring your breath no immune to dyin' in you disagree you're lyin to urself in time everything living's history