[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


[Chorus]


[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


[Chorus]


[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...


[Chorus x2]


[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...