(Chorus: Nina Simone "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
And scientists are still unsure exactly how I will bring about doom
They know that all it takes is a microphone
To enlight the poor old bones of emcee's I've scattered throughout the centuries
There is no life alert to save you in your hip hop fall injury
You'd have to be crazy to mess with the tarantula
Try to get me, nope, I turn into smoke and go under the door like Dracula
The werewolf coyote, rainy forest, roaming in his mouth is half a dove
Hate on display like burning eleven feet cross in 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 Aggro Crag, bombard and bury your crew
In a shocking deluge of rocks and rubble
Watch soon, late night, the Holocaust cartoon plot
Leave you shot after a loud noise
They don't want you to know my dark void
See, I escaped the mic like the explosion at the end of 'Predator'
And we sleep upside down in a cave, 'The Lost Boys' ('The Lost Boys')
(Chorus)
(Holocaust:)
Some people are morbidly afraid of being buried alive
A rap Babe Ruth terrorize pitchers in his time, I carry you wide
Through the river, get the picture? I'm the pain giver
Hitler with a scripture, I leave you lost
Like back in the Middle Ages, dark bear diet winner
The flu virus can live on a substance for up to two days
Your sudden d**h with my tune plays
My sound 'Crash' on rocks like blue waves
You're trapped in a large wooden house on the hill
In a total world of vampires, until the end still
You've been fighting in one for months
Look from in the inside, the windows are boarded up
In the day they go away but at night they're all over
One you knew, 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 constructed weapons and bless them
Though at night, they're finding new ways epic
To send you sooner a d**h message, the house is decrepit
They wanna teach you a lesson, a bloodthirsty unrested method
And when you peep out of the boarded up windows
There are vampire women who show leg with their dresses
(Chorus)
(Holocaust:)
Strike anywhere a match is, 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 kitten behind a cat did
I fell in love with the woman who dance at night with black magic
When a crocodile attacks it's almost never predictable
My lyrics are the spirits of mythical serial k**ers turned physical
What do you think, I came here to kiss you?
My long feathered ta**el tomahawk, thrown swift, splits the moon
Hangs and boomerangs back to Earth, an rips through your crew
And then you like tissue, then someone holds it an issue
I load my skeleton revolver pistol
A man, he worked all day and at night he hung his skin
Please, won't you sit down, friend?
In a 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...