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

The press, runs the tape records the bloody
of the human race, can study death
they'll reach in your TV speaker
feature
a creature beat ya to death, if he can meet ya
your executed when electrocuted
who's responsible for a homeless man thats
and smells
we your natural flesh after bein thrown in a river
you'll be forever into a statue of death
a in the lab dead
stabbed in the
knives are like the hands of a
jabbin your flab till you them and bled
throw you off a
killin off your
drillin' holes in your corpse till spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll split your
slit your veins
the impact of a bat cracked across back
is gettin hit by a train
i'll stick a fang in your blood
strangle
my shangle
you the triangle
of an angle
I think my shit's too brutal for
I be the only one capable digesting the dose
you won't survive a driver 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 of human emotion

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

I spit on your grave, in your mouth, and shit on your face
grind you into slop meat and serve you to your
we movin bad
another brutal shootin
turnin humans to
doobies to slaves
and that lactate,
mad milk, i never have guilt
i have krills, i'll you fags killed
in front of mom and dads grill
splatterin both of
with pieces of your head
brain fragments clothing red
i make you love the pain, it
we make for drug 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 throat with the broken
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through your eyeballs
have you swallowin cyanide die whores
kill your first, next your minds lost
leave you in the funeral home you make a fine
got you splattered the walls when my nine talks
murder you execution style like a boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
my mentality's grind

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

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, nightmares
that reality
the brutality
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 them but once death is
show disregard for the victim
you command respect when your but once you
die your reduced to a nusense a gruesome sight
to the eye driven a taxi is a career
you might up the grim reaper 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 year you goin respiratory
arrest the fire men are pumpin your chest and in restoring your breath no ones immune to dyin' in you disagree you're lyin to urself in time everything living's history