(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...