[Chorus: Nina Simone "No Images" sample] But there are no palm trees (on the street) No palm trees, on the street, and dishwater gives back no images
[Holocaust:] According to some stories, I am asleep in an underground tomb Waiting to resume, the scientists is still unsure exactly How, I will bring about doom, they know that all it takes is a microphone Torn like the poor old bones of M.C.'s, I scattered throughout the centuries There is no life on Earth to save you, and your hip hop fall injury You'd have to be crazy to mess with the tarantula, try and get me, nope I turn into smoke and go under the door, like Dracula The werewolf coyote, raining forest, roaming in his mouth is half a dove Hate on display like burning eleven feet, crossing a day You wanna rhyme, but that's enough, in this powerful action packed struggle It hurts, I burst your large floating bubble At night, throw dirt in your face with a shovel And later blast an agrocraft, bombard and bury your crew In a shocking delius' of rocks and rubble Watch soon, late night, the Holocaust cartoon Can plot, leave you shocked, after a lot noise They don't want you to know my dark void See, I escape the mic like the explosion at the end of Predator And we sleep upside down in the cave to Lost Boys
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[Holocaust:] Some people are often afraid of being buried alive A rap Babe Ruth terrorize pictures in his time, I carry you wide Through the river, get the picture? I'm the pain giver Hit you with a scripture, I leave you lost Like back in the middle age, a dark Paris diet winner The flu virus kill 'em on a substance, for up to two days Your sudden death with my tomb blades, my sound crash on rocks like blue waves You're trapped in a large wooden house on the hill In a total war of vampires, until the end still You've been fighting in one, for months With from in the inside, to windows watered up In the day, they go away, but at night, they're all over One you know, yelling out your name at night colder They want you to come out, so they can haunt you with a bout You try to fight them with constructive weapons and bless them Though at night, they're finding new ways epic To send you soon a death message, the house is encrypted They wanna teach you a lesson, a bloodthirsty unrested method And when you creep out of the boarded up windows They are vampire women who show leg with their dresses
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[Holocaust:] Strike anywhere it matches, in hip hop, the God of War, you better practice Like the apache indian on the ridge, you fought for a hundred years with axes And hatchets, bionic six, lyrical acrobatics, it's tragic You hide away like a kid behind the cactus I fell in love, with a woman who dance at night with black magic When a crocodile attacks, it's almost never predictable My lyrics, are the spirts of mythical serial killers turned physical What do you think, I came here to kiss you? My long feathered tassle tomahawk, throw 'em, slit splits the moon Hangs your boomerangs back to Earth, it rips through, your crew Then you, like tissue, then some one holding the issue I load my Skeletor revolver pistol A man, he works all day, and at night, he hung his skin Peace, why don't you sit down, friend In the forest hunted by a bear alone, I climb up a tree And fall down upon him, with a long thick branch and grim My pocket knife tied to the end...
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[Outro: Nina Simone sample] She thinks her brown body has no glory.. If she could dance naked, under palm trees... And see her image in the river, she would know... But there are no palm trees, on the street...