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

The press, runs the tape records the mess
documentations of the race, can study death
they'll reach in through your TV
feature
a that'll beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
executed when your electrocuted
who's responsible for a homeless man thats
and putrid
we murdered your natural after bein thrown in a river
you'll be frozen forever a statue of death
a in the lab dead
in the head
knives are like the of a crab
jabbin your flab you wrapped them and bled
you off a building
killin off children
drillin' in your corpse till your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll split brains
slit your veins
the impact of a bat cracked across back
is like gettin hit by a
i'll stick a in your blood bank
strangle
my shangle
you like the
of an angle
I think my shit's too for most
I might be the only one digesting the dose
you won't survive a screw driver inside your throat
choke on blood and saliva another croaks

Remix!

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

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

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
another brutal rampage
humans to ashtrays
doobies to slaves
and boobies lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i never have
i have krills, i'll have you killed
in of your mom and dads grill
splatterin both of
with of your explodin head
brain stainin' clothing red
i make you love the pain, it
we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that the dirt
its
i'm like havin a shot at you
we not the type that at you
we the that bite at you
slit your throat with the broken
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your fuckin
have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
your physical first, next your minds lost
leave you in the home you make a fine corpse
got you splattered across the walls when my talks
you execution style like a crime boss
travel through time and you like a cyborg
my mentality's grind

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

Remix!

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

New Verse!

Rescue crews show for the living
they'll stick with them but death is claimed
paramedics show disregard for the
you command when your alive but once you
die your to a bloody nusense a gruesome sight
to the eye driven a taxi is a dangerous
you might pick up the grim the passenger
all taxi fear a robber might put a gun
in your ear and end your 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 in time everything living's history