Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

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

The press, the tape records the bloody mess
documentations of the human race, can study
they'll reach in your TV speaker
feature
a creature beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
executed when your electrocuted
who's responsible for a homeless man dead
and smells
we murdered your flesh after bein thrown in a river
you'll be frozen forever into a statue of
a grasshopper in the lab
stabbed in the
knives are like the hands of a
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
split your brains
i'll your veins
the of a bat cracked across your back
is like gettin hit by a
i'll a fang in your blood bank
then
my shangle
you like the
piece of an
I think my 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 another croaks

Remix!

It's poetry in the of the big apple
and a vitality found in few other
but look the surface of the city
and you shall uncover a steamin sesspool of 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, slaved up and shackled

I spit on your grave, 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 crack
and boobies lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i have guilt
i have krills, have you fags killed
in of your mom and dads grill
splatterin both of
with of your explodin head
brain stainin' clothing red
i you love 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 type that at you
your throat with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through fuckin eyeballs
have you swallowin cyanide 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 found in few other
but look beneath the of the city
and you shall uncover a steamin of human emotion

Remix!

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

New Verse!

crews show care for the living
they'll stick with them but death is claimed
paramedics show for the victim
you command respect when alive but once you
die your reduced to a bloody nusense a sight
to the eye a taxi is a dangerous career
you pick up the grim reaper the passenger
all taxi drivers fear a might put a gun
in ear and end your life with the twitch of
a finger it happens all year you goin into
arrest the 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 everything living's history