Artist: Pro the Leader & Holocaust Album: Pro's Laboratory Song: Cold American Beach Typed by: ShadowlessZombieSwordsman [Pro the Leader] (Cold American Beach) Yeah (this is for the Cold American Beach) Yeah (Gat celestial missile toe) Yeah You best back off me before I make you my next offering to God Hip-Hop made me an offer that I couldn't refuse And while you're concerned with the battle it's the war I won't lose Chose which style should I use, there's too many choices to make Like who's the next opponent that I'm going to have to eliminate I'm sick of people everyday trying to get loud and hold conversations on things they know nothing about Word too many, situations rise in a curve like who's the next shit mouth that I'm going to have to face Or raps place you in Fidel Wraps in an intricate maze Yo, YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME, CRACKS FACTORY, PRO'S LABORATORY, CHILLIN WITH ALCATRAZ B. I'll rip off all your limbs; piss down your throat (grimy), STOMP YOU OUT IN NEW TIMBS... [Holocaust] Nightmare violent, Alcatraz Jig-Saw Puzzle Elite group of warriors like a gathered army of scientists Onslaught appliances, look up the word mayhem We came to slay men, ?leave them in caves den? Technique is flat hat, and you bitches is bi-proxy Rappers is cabbage heads, in five New York burrows to Caballero By means of by hook or by crook, ?I call all it? Rappers mutilating cadavers, yeah my mossy jerk calendars I rest with caliber, and many noble man, skull, skull Callus in a calamitous ch-callus Call off my call girl calligraphy, Enlistment fucks up your physical education School of assassination, like that first Mason, like that first Mason Lyrics calculate calculatings in enumerative death calculations, like a cereal killing fucking calculus calculator Grey Asia, Asian plumb, Fiji Water, like Chinese Fist Boxing Poetry audimator, the reanimater, Wu-Tang exorcist, perfectionist By hand or hollow tip to burry or parliamentary, old legend of Dead Horse fist boxing Enhance Holocaust, bomb a koala... props, bomb a koala props The shy is high; the clouds are low, slow hand death blow Rhyme wrecker book... gun wrecker book, take a second look I leave crews subdued, spark in the dark Martial Arts Master piece maverick, narrow minded maximum Veteran mass produce massacre, poetry poltergeist Wu-Tang medicine book Intelligent crooks [Pro the Leader] YEAH, YO catch me rapping from my camouflage helicopter Don't get caught in my propeller blade, renegade assassin Slit your throat because I think its time for some action Hardcore start a verbal brutal murder attack, missile launcher on the back led Loose your crew, is no longer in tact, dis-attach body parts, dismemberment Pain and suffering is all your soul is going to remember when I return you to the essence No ones going to reminisce on you're pissed on carcass This made heartless, don't fuck around with the real artists I'm here to teach you cowards a lesson Trying to send me a letter, but I burn up your subliminal messages AK-47s extra long banana clips Murder all you fuckers, now I'm in a bunker blood drenched Reaching down in my muddy Timbos, blazing white widow Metamorphosize in to Windigo [Holocaust] This is pacificatory ice death, cost Los Angeles, Tokyo opium Alcatraz yo, he's bravado ???? in a house with Polio, Condemn sentence pistol, rhymes is bizarre twisted and uniquely imaginative Alcatraz with a war gun, smashing the boundaries of western animation Mic greave breath, a graphic life force in the poor world of happily Japanese assassination Like old man Jason, them Tasmanian wolves and thems up to no good Rap tyrants in nocturnal environments, move with Charles Bronson heat, Don Johnson sheet Yeah, the best towel on the beach up in a sweet geek, the best towel on the beach up in a sweet... Perfect blue boots get spun, great monkey wants his gun, old man get hung Slumped in a hallway, bloody lung, cough, bloody lung, bloody lung, bloody lung Bong revolver, fish roses, furnace motor explosives It would be a mistake to however to savage approach this, united ammunition takes focus Child ill knock your smile out, leave you skull broken, buonas noches Empty Alcatraz wrote this, he moves slow like a tortoise, he's bullied like Borrus Gummy sandwich chicks like a ????, like a ???? The Candy Cain koala, him ?victoria? Alcatraz ghost stories yo, drinking in the house with Polio Bitch watch this six digit zipper head