Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry In The Streets (Remix)

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

The press, runs the tape records the mess
documentations of the human race, can study
they'll in through your TV speaker
they'll
a creature that'll beat ya to death, if he can ya
executed when your electrocuted
who's responsible for a man thats dead
and putrid
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 wrapped them and
you off a building
killin off your
drillin' holes in your corpse till spillin' the colour vermillion
i'll split brains
i'll your veins
the impact of a bat cracked across your
is gettin hit by a train
i'll a fang in your blood bank
then
my mangle
you like the
of an angle
I think my too brutal for most
I might be the one capable digesting the dose
you survive a screw driver driven inside your throat
choke on blood and another kaniver croaks

Remix!

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

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

I on your grave, piss in your mouth, and shit on your face
grind you slop meat and serve you to your friends
we bad taste
brutal shootin rampage
turnin humans to
doobies to crack
and that lactate,
squirtin mad milk, i have guilt
i have krills, have you fags killed
in of your mom and dads grill
splatterin of them
with of your explodin head
brain fragments stainin' red
i make you the pain, it hurts
we make music for drug addicts, pieces of shit, that love the
its
i'm like havin a rifle at you
we not the that smile at you
we the that bite at you
slit your with the broken bottle
pieces of jagged glass stabbin' you through fuckin eyeballs
have you swallowin screamin die whores
your physical first, next your minds lost
leave you in the funeral home you a fine corpse
got you splattered across the walls when my nine
murder you execution like a crime boss
through time and terminate you like a cyborg
my grind core

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

Remix!

gun sour, a planet, nightmares
become reality
witness the
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 alive but you
die your to a bloody nusense a gruesome sight
to the eye driven a is a dangerous career
you might pick up the grim reaper the
all taxi drivers fear a might put a gun
in your ear and end your with the twitch of
a finger it 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