Artist: Holocaust & American Poets 2099 f/ Ace Gauntlit Album: Theatre of Pain Song: Sayonara Blues Typed by: Cno Evil [Holocaust] A snake killed a born, hunter killed the snake Trace the sword that shatters the devil's sword great The sword of orphans, the overlord's late They say down in the pit, I slay a whore with hate A white crow, you're doomed in bout, alone, I slay Two teams of vampire soldiers, the cameras zooms in, zooms out Bitch, I'm your dead eye, the Hidden Dragon The Tiger Crouch, yo, champ, I'd rather fall on my sword In my dark empire house, at the battle of Kikara corner, Japan I killed forty of the greatest samurai, my clan has died I've been poisoned many times, holy shark Take a thousand in damage, then vanish Hold beefers, swapping witch guns A man was struck and killed by a man from Los Angeles, I'm number one [Chorus: Holocaust] Please come to challenge I, standing into the Twilight Zone You know of terrifying thing, Arctic warrior I swift gauge, my display, I switch blades Know in the castle, evil person, I catch the bird this day [Nova Kane] Yeah, back and wack, cats who tried to hold me back And came back around, now you fakes have to deal with that Arrest a bat without wings, you cops, you ain't fly as that Sideways your cap, twist your head around, hear the crack? Breathing over tracks, Gauntlit's late, Steven Ree with raps It's always on time, for our closet, falling stars in tact In fact my time, chamber heals, all wounds and backstab Fast tacks, I grab grab, pitch fast, so know that No love lost to gain, pertain to a child's game Feelings none, bitter pain, why they call me Nova Kane Heartless from the start of this, marked by an angel's kiss Forty days, forty nights, 2099 flooded shit Stutter steps, micro reps, never ever disrespect The hand that keeps you fed, yo, a lesson learn I guess No flames in the furnace, feel the warmth of memories and said Kill your old and gray, the thought of me would never rest [Chorus 2X] [Ace Gauntlit] Sayonara to the blues, we infuse and brute the night hawk in treches And so many pleasures, with partaking my Theatre of Pain Creating and always sustain is doubted by clouded judgment Leader tried to escape the torture and dungeon Hoping for execution in my life, they start to say abuse the percussions Without the reed, I.E., equip not up with no penalty V's Scatter with your key in this hip pocket, locker call from the finest Broken memories, illusionists escape, made traceless Reshape the death of centuries, into a packed house, my spouse grossed out Call the king out, true freedom is real They say I dream about often, skies will darken Throwing caution to the wind, they descend all Back a block where your horse is Secure positons, what's your intentions? If he try to deny us, then spoil his royal ambitions Thick skin is not enough, future listen, magician Entire empires get crushed, then erased from existance [Chorus 4X]