No Image lyrics

[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 tombWaiting to resume, the scientists is still unsure exactlyHow, I will bring about doom, they know that all it takes is a microphoneTorn like the poor old bones of M.C.'s, I scattered throughout the centuriesThere is no life on Earth to save you, and your hip hop fall injuryYou'd have to be crazy to mess with the tarantula, try and get me, nopeI turn into smoke and go under the door, like DraculaThe werewolf coyote, raining forest, roaming in his mouth is half a doveHate on display like burning eleven feet, crossing a dayYou wanna rhyme, but that's enough, in this powerful action packed struggleIt hurts, I burst your large floating bubbleAt night, throw dirt in your face with a shovelAnd later blast an agrocraft, bombard and bury your crewIn a shocking delius' of roc
ks and rubbleWatch soon, late night, the Holocaust cartoonCan plot, leave you shocked, after a lot noiseThey don't want you to know my dark voidSee, I escape the mic like the explosion at the end of PredatorAnd we sleep upside down in the cave to Lost Boys[Chorus][Holocaust:]Some people are often afraid of being buried aliveA rap Babe Ruth terrorize pictures in his time, I carry you wideThrough the river, get the picture? I'm the pain giverHit you with a scripture, I leave you lostLike back in the middle age, a dark Paris diet winnerThe flu virus kill 'em on a substance, for up to two daysYour sudden death with my tomb blades, my sound crash on rocks like blue wavesYou're trapped in a large wooden house on the hillIn a total war of vampires, until the end stillYou've been fighting in one, for monthsWith from in the inside, to windows watered upIn the day, they go away, but at night, they're all overOne you know, yelling out your name at night colderThey want you to come out, so they ca
n haunt you with a boutYou try to fight them with constructive weapons and bless themThough at night, they're finding new ways epicTo send you soon a death message, the house is encryptedThey wanna teach you a lesson, a bloodthirsty unrested methodAnd when you creep out of the boarded up windowsThey are vampire women who show leg with their dresses[Chorus][Holocaust:]Strike anywhere it matches, in hip hop, the God of War, you better practiceLike the apache indian on the ridge, you fought for a hundred years with axesAnd hatchets, bionic six, lyrical acrobatics, it's tragicYou hide away like a kid behind the cactusI fell in love, with a woman who dance at night with black magicWhen a crocodile attacks, it's almost never predictableMy lyrics, are the spirts of mythical serial killers turned physicalWhat do you think, I came here to kiss you?My long feathered tassle tomahawk, throw 'em, slit splits the moonHangs your boomerangs back to Earth, it rips through, your crewThen you, like tissue,
then some one holding the issueI load my Skeletor revolver pistolA man, he works all day, and at night, he hung his skinPeace, why don't you sit down, friendIn the forest hunted by a bear alone, I climb up a treeAnd fall down upon him, with a long thick branch and grimMy 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...