No Image

[Hook: 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

[Verse 1: 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 MCs I scattered throughout the centuries
There is no Life Alert to save you and 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, raining forest, roaming in his mouth is half a dove
Hate on display like burning an eleven feet cross in the 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
A native blast an arrow crab, bombard and bury your crew
In a shocking deluge of rocks and rubble
Watch soon, late night, the Holocaust cartoon
Plot leave you shocked 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 the cave, the Lost Boys

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 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 beer diet winner
The flu virus can live on a substance for up to two days
Your sudden death in my tomb place
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
With from in the inside, the windows bordered 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 into 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 increpid
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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 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 kitten behind the cactus
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 killers turned physical
What do you think, I came here to kiss you?
My long feathered tassel tomahawk, thrown swift splits the moon
Hangs and boomerangs back to Earth and rips through your crew
Then you like tissue, then someone holds you to 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 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

[Hook 2X]

[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...