1. 1

    P.O.S. - Get Down (feat. Mike Mictlan)

  2. 2

    P.O.S. - Gravedigger

  3. 3

    P.O.S. - Never Better

  4. 4

    P.O.S. - All Of It

  5. 5

    P.O.S. - Crispin Glover

  6. 6

    P.O.S. - De La Souls

  7. 7

    P.O.S. - P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life

  8. 8

    P.O.S. - That One

  9. 9

    P.O.S. - Wanted / Wasted (feat. Astronautalis)

  10. 10

    P.O.S. - Weird Friends (We Don't Even live Here)

  11. 11

    P.O.S. - Yeah Right (Science, Science)

  12. 12

    P.O.S. - All Along The Watchtower

  13. 13

    P.O.S. - Ants

  14. 14

    P.O.S. - Audition Mantra

  15. 15

    P.O.S. - Been Afraid

  16. 16

    P.O.S. - Bleeding Hearts Club

  17. 17

    P.O.S. - Bumper

  18. 18

    P.O.S. - Bush-league Psych-out Stuff

  19. 19

    P.O.S. - Dear Boy

  20. 20

    P.O.S. - Duct Tape

  21. 21

    P.O.S. - Fire In The Hole / Arrow To The Action

  22. 22

    P.O.S. - Fuck Your Stuff

  23. 23

    P.O.S. - Gimme Gimme Gunshots

  24. 24

    P.O.S. - Graves (We Wrote The Book)

  25. 25

    P.O.S. - Half Cocked Concepts

  26. 26

    P.O.S. - Handmade Handgun

  27. 27

    P.O.S. - How We Land

  28. 28

    P.O.S. - Hunger Pains Three

  29. 29

    P.O.S. - It's Me (feat. Spencer Brown & Marieme)

  30. 30

    P.O.S. - Kicking Knowledge In The Face

  31. 31

    P.O.S. - Knights

  32. 32

    P.O.S. - Let It Rattle

  33. 33

    P.O.S. - Little Kids

  34. 34

    P.O.S. - Living Slightly Larger

  35. 35

    P.O.S. - Lock-picks, Knives, Bricks And Bats

  36. 36

    P.O.S. - Low Light Low Life (feat. Sims, Cecil Otter, Dessa)

  37. 37

    P.O.S. - Meth-Head vs. McNugget

  38. 38

    P.O.S. - Music for Shoplifting

  39. 39

    P.O.S. - Optimist (We Are Not For Them)

  40. 40

    P.O.S. - Out Of Category

  41. 41

    P.O.S. - Purexed

  42. 42

    P.O.S. - Purexed

  43. 43

    P.O.S. - Safety in Speed

  44. 44

    P.O.S. - Savion Glover

  45. 45

    P.O.S. - Stand Up

  46. 46

    P.O.S. - Terrorish

  47. 47

    P.O.S. - The Basics (Alright)

  48. 48

    P.O.S. - The Kill In Me (feat. Maggie)

  49. 49

    P.O.S. - They Can't Come (feat. Sims)

  50. 50

    P.O.S. - What's That Buzzing

The Kill In Me (feat. Maggie)

P.O.S.

(I'm layin low layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin, I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet,
No speakin'speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom,
With steps, amp up with cold hate, where the knife is
Decapitated)

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck in my hands

(In my hand) In my hand is this blade, was a gift,
And I never wanna give it back, it's a slave to my fist,
A little bit to help it to relax, I'm amazed,
It'll stay sharp forever, and if I take real good care of this shit,
It won't go away,
And I played house, I laid foundation,
But I think it was a little much, not enough coupons cut,
But I hold of a lost(?) trust, and I'm dazed,
I could play it smart forever, just wasn't down for whatever,
You know, that shit went away,
But I'll act tough,
I walk tall and c-c-carry a big bag of wrenches,
And if you call I'll play mechanic,
Fake 'til I fix it,
Sick as an -ism, stickin to this holdin due to the shape,
I'm like "that's a cold curve of that blade," so I'm sunburnt,
That should tell you what's what, I got nicked,
I'm pressin just to keep the blood in the cut,
Fade to black like a hemophiliac, fully afflicted
Sick of your...snap, the k-k-killin is in me,

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck in my hands

And it's gone, wash your hands of this,
And I know you never lookin back, Don't just stand there, just,
And it's strange, I could accept it, but check it,
See, I'm just happy with a piece of you,
And I'm sane in the brain, truth is I'm simmerin here,
Steady lookin for a bit of hope, and I hope that you get it,
When I'm steady comin for your throat, and it's strange,
See it's been dormant and docile,
But if you poke a pet too much too long, that shit'll turn hostile,

(I'm layin low, layin' low, I'm c-c-creepin, I'm p-p-pushin my breath, just q-q-quiet,
No speakin'speakin' from shadows, c-c-corners, a phantom,
With steps, cold hate cold hate, decapitated)

(I'm lookin' to follow
Back with the light
I'm lookin' to follow
The blood will feed the love)

Tucked away in a heart snapped and stripped of it's guard,
Tucked away in a hole carefully picked in the yard,
Sinfully slippin through shades,
Lickin cries and snivellin,
Somethin so significant dies,
Who's the beast? Who bears the burden?
Dirt, prepare for your feast,
If wary eyes, could sight for sore
No there'd be nothin to see (Nuh-uh)
Adapt adjust to maladjusted to me,
Under dirt and over concrete,
Tonight we sleep like angels.

You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
So please be a doll and rest your head in my hands..
You can't cut surgically with a shaky hand,
And honestly my nerves are shot again,
Let me treat you like a doll and snap your neck in my hands

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