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 the bloody mess
of the human race, can study death
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
who's responsible for a homeless man dead
and putrid
we murdered your natural flesh after bein in a river
you'll be frozen forever a statue of death
a grasshopper in the lab
in the head
knives are like the hands of a
jabbin your flab till you wrapped them and
throw you off a
killin off children
holes in your corpse till your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll your brains
i'll slit veins
the impact of a bat cracked your back
is gettin hit by a train
i'll stick a fang in blood bank
strangle
my mangle
you like the
of an angle
I my shit's too brutal for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
you won't survive a screw driver driven your throat
on blood and saliva another kaniver croaks

Remix!

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

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

I spit on grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
you into slop meat and serve you to your friends
we bad taste
another brutal rampage
turnin to ashtrays
to crack slaves
and that lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i have guilt
i krills, i'll have you fags killed
in front of mom and dads grill
splatterin of them
with pieces of explodin head
brain stainin' clothing red
i you love the pain, it hurts
we make music for drug addicts, of shit, that 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
your throat with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through fuckin eyeballs
have you swallowin cyanide screamin die
kill physical first, next your minds lost
leave you in the funeral home you make a corpse
got you splattered the walls when my nine talks
murder you style like a crime boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
my grind core

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

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, nightmares
become reality
witness the
its in the streets of the big apple
you get
and grappled to the floor, slaved up and shackled

New Verse!

Rescue crews show for the living
stick with them but once death is claimed
paramedics disregard for the victim
you command respect when your but once you
die your reduced to a bloody a gruesome sight
to the eye driven a taxi is a dangerous
you might pick up the grim reaper the
all taxi drivers fear a robber 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 your breath no ones immune to in you disagree you're lyin to urself in time everything living's history