Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

(Necro)
Poetry in the remix
brand new verse
and Ill Bill

The press, runs the tape records the mess
documentations of the human race, can study
reach in through your TV speaker
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 bein thrown in a river
you'll be forever into a statue of death
a grasshopper in the lab
stabbed in the
are like the hands of a crab
jabbin your flab you wrapped them and bled
throw you off a
killin off children
drillin' holes in your corpse your spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll your brains
i'll slit your
the impact of a bat cracked across your
is like hit by a train
i'll stick a fang in your blood
then
my shangle
you like the
of an angle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I might be the only one digesting the dose
you won't survive a screw driver driven inside throat
choke on 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 shall uncover a sesspool of human emotion

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

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

It's in the streets of the big apple
and a found in few other places
but look the surface of the city
and you uncover 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!

crews show care for the living
they'll stick with them but death is claimed
paramedics show disregard for the
you command respect when alive but once you
die reduced to a bloody nusense a gruesome sight
to the eye driven a is a dangerous career
you might up the grim reaper the passenger
all taxi drivers a robber might put a gun
in your ear and end your life the twitch of
a finger it happens all 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