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He's in the Devil's Cave, five miles from here. He uses weird flute music to control the fighting toad. It's deadly. Watch out for it!

[Historian]

I came to hit you with a Chinese Five-Finger Ape Knuckle Extinction

Swift implode your head like Russian submarines sinking

On some double-blind clinical rhyme testing

We'll see if them placebo-effect medicines can uncave your hollow head-in

Old Gweilo commencing with the swinging

Arboreal

Jungle vine tyrant heavy fang tendon technician

Landing on you from the high ficus with ghosts in fever visions

Equatorial

Mythic swamp prowler toppling dugout canoes to consume victims

Let 'em soften up rotten lodged in them soggy root systems

My style is Hell Creek Formation meets Warring States Period

Facial expression painted that rusty battle ship

Grey Griffon gunmetal serious

Plus the barrage'll launch furious

To pulverize the armor

See old mother got hungry mouths to feed

So we turn the whole fleet to artificial reef plus shark bait in the harbor

When them dorsal fins split the surface

We'll see if they doggy paddle any harder

Son of an old forest forgotten

Stay pondering my looseleaf a burnt offering

Glowing embers stay hungry

And the chief heats

Hideout cave with the discarded parchments

Shadow puppet swift in a rural village theater

Traveling minstrel in an old robe with a ghost for a teacher

It's cave song symphonics

And that cold ivory board these long fingers dance on is always honest

Practicing stranger tactics in the deepest regions of that old cathedral

And I'm here to harvest the cobwebs along the bookshelf to weave a magic bowstring I draw back

To fire a flaming arrow into the unmapped vastness

Preach of the fragile few known things

Then retreat into blackness

Before the day breaks like the long legs of a katydid

Crumpling in the heavy jaws of an Asian water lizard

That slithers down the riverbank

Captain of a ship on expedition

To snatch an apparition

My style is a Ming dynasty vase

Echoing with the calls of a tree frog sheltered within it

Lost in an overgrown garden

Friends of fair weather get tossed by my whirlwind

Guandao swirling through foul crowds

Piling victims

While flightless rappers stay flapping their arms like decapitated chickens

Launch through hidden causeway

Thank the four directions for all those who fall prey

And claim territory for my tong gang

Long blades stay tangled in the Eight Drunken Gods slang

Kicks land till ribs crackle

Even on horseback you get tackled

And violent lion jaws neck-grapple

'Til bone & tendon pop like the caps off Snapple

I cough up a lung full of moths

In a dusty old shop where empty bird cages hang

And Great Gweilo is silent broad shouldered by illustrated wardrobe antique

Stalking with that sawed-off lean

The frog god king from misty lily pond that kills beyond the filigree screen of gently swaying fronds

And the god is heavy blooded and breathing leaping from tree to tree in the fog of an ever-shifting realm

Fell the elm with forester ax-arm technique

Sinking a hearty blade through the cambium layer you get slain

By window pane in dancing dust-frame light beams streaming

I'm the reason old timey coffins are over by the doorway leaning

My tangled talon fist lifts ribs to access organs

Like stealing sodas with city kids

Old sly grin in sinister staircase where paint flakes and I'll take you there

If you're keen to learn

Of the termite swarms

Plotting a sprawling city beneath yours' floorboards

My roar cores rhyme writers like ripened pineapples and mother packs their slices in my lunch box

Enough talk

I'd really rather feed you a heavy shin bone

As I leap from a shifting throne perched atop a pile of weathered river stones

My job is spurred kicks and crowing in the morning

Parasites swarming in the equatorial forest

Pumice is a lung shredding volcanic stone that's known to float because it's porous

And the reason my Mt. Pinatubo flow forces MCs to change their rap names to Delores

And serve me waffles as I recline in a vinyl diner booth

Black and blue, nurse a shiner and taste the metallic flavor of a freshly loosened tooth

And y'all best not skip a lesson

The junglecat core curriculum is geared toward twisting them 'til they snap

And fall to pieces like desiccated millipedes

And other such arthropod creatures

Through dusty apothecary wander

Before I saunter into the amber sunset

Some'll get crushed into powder and sprinkled on my flowerbeds

Enough said