Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

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

The press, runs the tape the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can study
they'll reach in through your TV
they'll
a creature that'll ya to death, if he can meet ya
your executed when your
responsible for a homeless man thats dead
and smells
we murdered your natural flesh bein thrown in a river
you'll be frozen into a statue of death
a in the lab dead
stabbed in the
knives are the hands of a crab
jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
throw you off a
off your children
drillin' holes in your corpse till your spillin' the vermillion
i'll split brains
i'll slit your
the impact of a bat across your back
is like hit by a train
i'll stick a fang in blood bank
strangle
my mangle
you like the
piece of an
I think my shit's too for most
I be the only one capable digesting the dose
you won't survive a screw driver inside your throat
choke on blood and saliva kaniver croaks

Remix!

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

gun sour, a planet, where
become reality
witness the
its in the streets 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
you into slop meat and serve you to your friends
we movin bad
brutal shootin rampage
turnin to ashtrays
to crack slaves
and boobies lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i never have
i have krills, i'll have you fags
in front of your mom and grill
both of them
with pieces of explodin head
brain stainin' clothing red
i you love the pain, it hurts
we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the
its
i'm like a rifle shot at you
we not the type that at you
we the type bite at you
slit your throat with the broken
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through fuckin eyeballs
have you swallowin cyanide die whores
kill your physical first, next minds lost
leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
got you splattered across the walls my nine talks
you execution style like a crime boss
travel through time and terminate you a cyborg
my mentality's grind

It's in the streets 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

Remix!

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

New Verse!

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