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Blue Sky Black Death
No Image
2,624
Hip-Hop/Rap
No Image was released on September 5, 2006 by Babygrande Records as a part of the album The Holocaust
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AlbumThe Holocaust
Release DateSeptember 5, 2006
LabelBabygrande Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue Sky Black Death
Blue Sky Black Death
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kingston Maguire
Kingston Maguire
Songwriter
Anthony Brown
Anthony Brown
Songwriter
Ian Taggart
Ian Taggart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blue Sky Black Death
Blue Sky Black Death
Producer

Lyrics

But there are no palm trees in the street
No palm trees in the street
And dishwater gives back no images
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 unlock the poor old bones of MCs
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 crack, 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 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 a cave, the Lost Boys
But there are no palm trees in the street
No palm trees in the street
And dishwater gives back no images
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, hit you with a scripture
I leave you lost, like back in the Middle Ages
They thought bears die in winter
The flu virus can live on a substance for up to two days
You're sudden death when my tune plays
My sound crash on rocks like blue waves
You're trapped in a large wooden house on a hill
In a total world of vampires until the end still
You've been fighting them one for months
With from in the inside, the windows 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 constructive weapons and bless them
Though at night, they're finding new ways, epic
To send you soon a death 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
But there are no palm trees in the street
No palm trees in the street
And dishwater gives back no images
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 a cactus
I fell in love with a woman who danced 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 feather tassel tomahawk thrown swift splits the moon
Hangs and boomerangs back to Earth and rips through
Your crew, and then you, like tissue
If someone holds it an issue, I load my skeleton revolver pistol
Hey man, he works 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 tight to the end
But there are no palm trees in the street
No palm trees in the street
Written by: Anthony Brown, Ian Taggart, Kingston Maguire

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