[ chorus: holocaust ]   This is doomsday, for mcs with hollow skills   Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills   And fake ass fives that they don't even drive   Hip-hop is war and only strong mcs will survive   ( 2x )      [ holocaust ]   Half dead platoon leader, but woken by enemy heaters   Juggernot, on the block, lash shots at armed retreaters   Why teach it to the utmost unified?    Fuck coast, conquered galaxies leaving the banner ruthless cut throats   Brains explode, bloddy spatters on the road   My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul   Hearts cold, blast shots through your nosehole   Im hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril   Strike your tonsils   Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid   Smash hits that open you like bullets wit glass tips   Kill braid, the black sea serpent who swallow ships   My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips   P loopbart the dirt, and raise dead soldiers wit a curse   Bury thieves wit no headstones so they get back to the earth   Still shinin, I'm the sun, wars increase by the ton   Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, shot out your lungs   Yo, yo      [ chorus ] ( 2x )      [ p.r. terrorist ]   Yo, yo, yo   We may bomb this, we seem harmless, check the calmest   My palm hits like a close fist, breakin jauntis   You crab ass try to think fast you slow down   All six got trey pounds, it's thirty six rounds   The pristeen, unheard, unseen, the a team   Murder being provoked face the red beam   Street hop, excite bike triple my smoke screen   Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene   Out of state, switch the plates, canib on run dunn   Sped fast, rub on the gas, theyre comin fast   On they ninja bike, kawasaki tights a two key prototype   Sure we still got height, then I made a right   Hit the brake, threw a head fake, last the clutch, I'm out of state   Full speed ahead never look back always escape      [ chorus ] ( 2x )      [ beretta 9 ]   Layin in the dark war trench   Covered in mud strong corpse stench   Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched   From soldiers insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives   Dodge and throw knives hand to hand combat takin lives   Many lost, many took it wit force   Some linger wit the disease   Born infection known as the bee stinger   Its doomsday you rap singers   Mockingbirds marking my words   This shit is war up in the terrorist arena      [ chorus ] ( 2x )      This is doomsday