Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

(Necro)
Poetry in the remix
new third verse
Necro and Ill

The press, runs the tape records the bloody
of the human race, can study death
they'll reach in through TV speaker
feature
a creature that'll ya to death, if he can meet ya
your executed when electrocuted
who's responsible for a homeless man thats
and smells
we murdered your natural after bein thrown in a river
be frozen forever into a statue of death
a grasshopper in the lab
stabbed in the
knives are the hands of a crab
jabbin your till you wrapped them and bled
throw you off a
killin off your
drillin' holes in your corpse your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll split your
slit your veins
the impact of a bat cracked across back
is gettin hit by a train
stick a fang in your blood bank
then
my mangle
you like the
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the only one capable the dose
you won't survive a screw driven inside your throat
choke on blood and saliva 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 steamin sesspool of emotion

gun sour, a planet, nightmares
that reality
witness the
its poetry in the of the big apple
you get
and to the floor, white slaved up and shackled

I spit on your grave, piss in mouth, and shit on your face
grind you into slop meat and serve you to your
we movin bad
another brutal rampage
turnin to ashtrays
doobies to slaves
and that lactate,
mad milk, i never have guilt
i krills, i'll have you fags killed
in front of your mom and grill
splatterin of them
with pieces of your head
brain fragments stainin' red
i make you love the pain, it
we make music for drug addicts, of shit, that love the dirt
its
i'm like havin a shot at you
we not the that smile at you
we the that bite at you
slit your throat the broken bottle
pieces of glass stabbin' you through your fuckin eyeballs
you swallowin cyanide screamin die whores
kill your physical first, next your lost
leave you in the funeral you make a fine corpse
got you across the walls when my nine talks
murder you style like a crime boss
travel through time and terminate you a cyborg
my grind core

It's poetry in the streets of the big
and a vitality in few other places
but look beneath the of the city
and you shall a steamin sesspool of human emotion

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, nightmares
that become
the brutality
its poetry in the of the big apple
you get
and grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled

New Verse!

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