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JUNGLECAT TECHNIQUE mixtape

by The Historian Himself

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i was born an old mountain spirit shinto yokai from samourai land japan i slaughtered alotta ninjas in my sleep thought it was a dream then woke up covered in severed limbs with a bloody kitana in my hand now i roam as lone ronin slowly recomposing the bones of my prehistoric gorgon clan beware my fierce glare my stare can kill turn you to stone where you stand wth one glance probability you survive in my advanced labyrinth: SLIM CHANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this rusty dirt encrusted shovel on my shoulder indicate i'll escavate till i'm watchin terra cotta soldiers topple over i'm hopeful the pyre kindles my corspse til it smolders aurora borealis hover above the mountains cast glow till every wolves eyes flicker from cold shadows then drag you off in the dark to gnaw bones to the marrow my poisoned arrows glide silent and silence those who oppose my old alliance with mythic giants i photosynthesize in a permafrost stunted bonsai forest as mummified artifact bronze age glorious i've died a thousand times but still i walk the land conquering fortresses my catapults launch urns packed with poisonous poultices resulting in an explosive bursts of carnivorous plant growth now your village stands abandoned inhabited only by sad ghosts and gigantic amphibian floatin in stagnated moats my skin grows moss probably because i stomp through swamps with a bucket seeking mysterious beasts my flesh leaks poisonous tree sap and luminous insects drink from it ominous shark like fins carving the waves large fangs obsidian blades deep water creatures beyond chameleon strange a thousand years of age and still in it's first larval phase the golden chrysalis awaits the golden chrysalis awaits
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and there was a great trembling a dismembering of shadows the sky closed its eyes as the bright range was swallowed wild arch backed saber toothed cat  amidst his frigid boulders gnaws a clattering shoulder coiling, recurving, vertebral column broken a moment stolen exploded into a million then rebuilt again the old hunger smolders til the fierce flame flickers now let the smoke thicken STILLNESS then the sound of water the temple is pond rippling bark ripped clean from the xylem as a quiet sign to them who pass the last and heavy breathing dragged into the cold cave as it rained ink bleeding on a letter pleading dusk is falling son, don't be caught blinking he was the odd camouflage the jaws in the shadows the frog's strange song the profane and the hallowed the old chief seething speaking in a tongue none fathom the jungle cats tactic in keeping with the fact that i'm not from your city i'm from the fertile land that your city is eating and on behalf of those speaking a dark mist in the silent forest porcelain tortoise embryo  found frozen and a little boy holds it pedaling unsteadily down a mountain of corpses singing a strange song in his tangled mind a chorus echoed through endless caverns i came to stack the carcasses and branch out my antlers with alligator lizard sinister eyes to strike mantis prehensile tail woven through the sage brush's branches the sacred wind is fragrant sun dances with the cactus through many days of practice my brain ate the mathematics that's why i came to stack the carcasses and branch out the antlers
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his master handed him the secret manuscript and talisman then passed from this plane with a whispered word a snow leopard with grey fur great mountain ranges and forest traversed the falling avalanche stance practiced mastering quiet tactics with strong fists of tan granite the massive slab was fractured and slid from the cliffside by the gentle freeze and thaw great energy released from palm through mental discipline within the beast of calm a psalm recited all great forces must harmonize with the rise and fall of time spiraling the void eternally swallowing following the riverbank in meditation in a sacred place where mountains grew at the same rate the waves ate the continent in the desolate wastelands wandering his mission find an apprentice worthy of the lesson but town after town he encountered only the aggressive, greedy, inhospitable and bad, many years passed, he walked alone until the white snow and his beard matched then one cold day he came to find an orphan staggering down a steep mountain path her dirty cheeks streaked by some dark deed shortly passed bare feet worn ragged in fact she hadn't even looked back so deep were the scars so bleak was her heart so feeble and helpless she felt as she watched them rip her family apart she shuddered frozen and fearful of danger but an odd calm emanated from this stranger he would take her to a secret refuge high in the snowy ranges and there he would train her to focus the inner strength take life by the reins and master it and teach her techniques she would ultimately surpass him with… and when the great spiral of time finally left her old master breathless she left his side on the slopes of a mountain high he requested no burial it was his wish that his flesh might be left as a gift to the creatures of the wild which inspired his discipline's philosophy and style the remnants of an earthly vessel whitened and broken crumbling slowly at the point of snow leopard origin and so she would creep to the lower slopes studying the forests beasts and evolving her own jungle cat techniques she would seek an old blade from the east an heirloom her father had hidden beneath the shrine where her ancestors sleep the very artifact that her parents had died hiding from the hands of thieves a young master though none could surpass her on the road her fists were soon tested on those who threatened travelers hands hardened through hardship her sword quickened through practice to strike any target with power and grace through time and space accurately moving a savage truth fused with mysterious beauty
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welcome to the old bamboo forest welcome to the old bamboo forest in the breeze it gently sways oddly transplanted to the coast of the golden state where i stay that's why my words take the shape of an old master practicin perched atop volcanic boulders sculpted by the oceans waves see i've been marinatin takin on the flavor of the households i was raised in skeleton strengthened by the immigrant work ethic my best friends were trained in the discipline ancient survive by hybridization combined with adapative radiation no stranger to long range migrations this albino corpse ape in a state of steady metamorphosis internal armor forged glorious from the stories of a thousand far flung traditions a combat system of conjured visions launched with precision my ribcage contain a smoldering katana thrust under near the ruins of manzanar it summoned a lightening storm vicious now the son of a hundred jungles holds thunder in his chest wild eyed roaming the hillsides blessed by the fire of the rising sun from behind a smoky cloak floating above the burning wilderness on the distant fringes of los angeles watch the city creep a concrete infection over old farm lands with rich topsoil deep in all directions now swallowed by hollow greed for the lure or flashing ephemeral things that nobody really needs i watched i as pollywogs writhe dying in a drying stream welcome to my old bamboo forest, feral and transplanted a hermit kingdom in a canyon five thousand miles from its native home range and growing round the remains of a rich man's burnt down estate on a plot of land taken from natives, where their tribes once faced cave bears and saber toothed cats since back in the days of ancients these are the landscapes i was raised in growing slow bonsai child wild weathered and mangled festooned in jungle vines with dinosaur feathers entangled chumash cave paintings adorn my skull cavern unfold patterns stone crop and moss matted whatchin scraggly coyote stalkin beyond the tall cactus practicin the technique neck deep in an insect infested creek leapin from a tall rock screamin something in tagolog ferruginous hawk talon skills given unto me by my father breaking in the chilling killing fields of a filthy inner city street and he to the best of his ability attempted to maintain a fragile frame of dignity upholding these complete human ruins in the rotting wound of society that's why ever since i was a child i've known my species is fucking frightening and so i confronted my own dark side roaming lonely in the hinterlands a young predatory beast not yet a man a wild creature seekin agility the abilities steadily increased through battling plus support received from expanded family yall welcomed & fed the blonde heathen many thanks for the strong tea i was steeped in and your households as a refuge i still slip my shoes off at the door respect to you and yours
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listen i've risen to rip you apart with my tusks and trust i crush with enough force to mash that flimsy corpse to mush see i gotta feed these squawking offpspring deep in a cold cave we call home the floor's littered with bones from far more formiddable foes it's well known; i wander where real wild things roam places that make little boys dressed up in wolves clothes get back on their sail boats and row home i float with steve irwins vengeful ghost wearing khaki shorts and a wacky smile relocating humans into the jaws of deadly crocodiles all the while releasing dangerous ancient creatures in to what was once the wild vicious prehistoric lizards that rip through viscera and gizzards in a city park after dark they'll eat your heart and liver while deep in an old forest i leap from beneath tree branches & leaves with a machete a head falls heavy the experiment commences as the skull is buried in a sacred clearing where is sprouts a strange tree the locals have begun fearing my odd orchards and report of hearing mysterious roaring from a strange creature they cant see for indeed the beast is known to only emerge on dark nights with no moon while i loom in the treetops watching quietly as it emerges to consume the hanging brain like fruit that grew CRIKEY! punji trap jaws came to lock heavy and sever render bones to ragged splinters jagged dentition i swim with vicious fishes in jungle rivers spiller of swirling ink cloud and loud with the war cry i raise my staff to moon height and alight silent on bending branch and watch the hive dance in the tidal night you've been warned the colony swallows all dismantled and carried off harden up the armor or get cracked open by hungry jaws this is armor growth metamorphosis venomous spine harpoonin through your melon like porpoises old charcharodontosaur form that tore apart a victim i got chunks of your species hung up in my creepy grimace crocodilian visage i glide through a red river of visions the blood of boring ass rappers is my motherfucking spinach its grey griffon with the jungle cat physique still sinkin in the talons with the fatal beak of a falcon screaming out bloodshed bloodshed like malcom withe fist of a glacier that carved a deep path through the mountain your broken half dome will leave onlookers astounded a silver back who glares til he watches their stares sever and with a swift movement bash rivals into a tree trunk then crash through it executing territorial attacks all humans who dares to trespass within these sacred ruins?? climbing higher as the limbs loosen and hang the strange sensation of being watched from the furtive shadows as the night calls out to a dying day beneath a dreaming sun in the tangled mangrove all assaults deflected into the realm of shadows leaping with a spear to smite you in the night old things forgotten beneath the rubble do rise ponder the mysteries of numbers i plunder my slumber under thunderclouds peeling back layers of stone as the endless ages elapse the vast expanse forest's roots are fed by blood it's true and old river runs beneath us these words came to me echoing in an old hollow skull in clearin im just holding it up to your ears so you can hear it a strong song for the honest the lean and the fierce the tribe in the forest still hunting with spears the farmer who listens the whispers of the land and feeds his family by the hard work of his hands a stingray buried in the sand of a shifting river giver of life and taker stranger the method than the madness a quiet smile where the deadfall thatches salamanders in my forest mattress and i'm laughing all alone in a dark foggy forest my zone is an unknown region you've never explored before thats why i bring the gore galore when i swing through the vines striking with orangutang strength to snap clean through your spine the taker of lives with a strange light in his eyes i sleep in a crashed helicopter and stalk false shamans at night
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Hyenas 01:55
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hah! junglecat technique? more like prancing kitty chases the frog your wrists are weak and i suspect you're a feeble fraud i'll bitch slap you until you rename your style cowering ugly dog is it called jungle cat technique because you like to lick your own crotch and sniff deer shit? when i hit you in your mouth the sound is so loud dead emperors up in heaven will hear it and dust from your teeth crushed will float on the breeze & settle in their tea cups listen, you'd have to be Edward Wilson to fathom the internal structure of my rhyme it's as convoluted and complex yet organized as the insides of an insect hive so they call my style the staggering ant eater fist because my claws rip clean through concrete from which frail swarms of spineless warriors pour out to try to conquer me listen, talkin shit & scrappin's what i grew up with, you're a guest in my house so you best respect your elders & be prepared to test your fists in defense of that bullshit that so quick to jump out your mouth or things'll get grizzly see i've been known to gut a fishy fucker like a trout & hang im out...
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Bagheera 03:27
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and the darkness enshrouds and the darkness enshrouds blend with the surroundings and live in the dancing light behind the heavy vines hanging a curtain twisting like rigor-mortise spines in the buzzing midnight of the living forest the blackness is gorgeous in this formidable shifting fortress fantastic tapetum lucidum glinting in the feeble moonlight that falls in fragile spires through the philodendron as they slowly climb grave muddy mangrove print maker in quiet stroll mode the scattered pattern in the forest renders the form of a ghost and elegant a killing shadow ascending effortless resting on overhanging branch apex predator drawing breath clawing dead yawing jaws alarming in their revelation of fatal head you are but a candle in the darkness and the forests hands hold you and the darkness swallows you an enveloping embrace within this misty place of unknown things there is a string that binds us, to all beings which would dine on us their eyes shine in the night by torch scanning we survive by bringing fire to dazzle night vision in the black should i follow the trail back made as the prey was dragged or let them float off in the darkness, slide from the raft and swim with my crocodilian kin somewhere beneath and eager to rip living beings in half 20 centuries pass each epoch blends with the next carrying forth remnants of the last and even when our consciousness has left our elements will drift down that spiral path breathing control is most important a childs mind is often distorted my infant formi scream within as iron of the will heated and bent, forged into a crooked sword an imperfect artifact hammered to shape and quenched for tensile strength and i pray never to breaks as i enter the place where the golden chrysalis in darkest dream hangs every generation in the forge fire singes wings leaping toward glorious orbit behold in it lungs a quiet moment interrupted by thunderous eruption the forest's dark heart pulsing where the impassible bramble gathers lianas enshroud the holy ember and may you find safe passage through the strangling tangle on the forests altar sleep battleswarm battleswarm in dismantled form i float down the path they've torn through undergrowth numbers explode within impressive wreckage a charred stone carving large in silhouette filled with threat elevated state regenerated in the face of the fire eyed idol a carved mask slowly rotated in the smoky wake blood thirst to slake the white mans rifle turned tribal and blasts lead in the battle for survival and ravenous on padded paw the spirit traverses the tendrils connecting the sprawling forests of people
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i came to hit u with a chinese five finger ape knuckle extinction swift implode ya head russian submarin sinkin on some double blind clinical rhyme testin see if them placebo effect medicines can uncave your hollow headin old gweilo comencin with the swinging arboreal jungle vine tyrant heavy fang tendon technician land on you from the high ficus with ghosts in fever visions equatorial mythic swamp prowler topplin dugout canoes to consume victims let em soften up rottin lodged in them soggy root systems my style is hell creek formation meets the warring states period facial expression painted that decommissioned battle ship grey griffon gunmetal serious plus the barrage 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 discarded parchments shadow puppet swift in a rural village theater traveling minstrel in an old robe with a ghost for a teacher its cave song symphonic 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 magic bowstring i draw back to fire a flaming arrow into the unmapped vastness preach of the the fragile few known things the 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 an overgrown garden friends of fair weather get tossed by my whirlwind guandao swirlin through foul crowds piling victims while flightless rappers stay flappin their arms like decapitated chickens launch through hidden causeway thank the four directions for those who fall prey and claim territory for my tong gang long blades stay tangled in the 8 drunken gods slang kicks land till ribs crackle even on horse back you get tackled and violent lion jaws neck grapple till bone & tendon pop like the caps off snapple i cough up a lung full of moths in 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 team 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 sinkng a hearty blade t hrough 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 stealin sodas with city kids old sly grin in the 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 pinapples 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 floats because it's porous & the reason my mt pinatubo flow forces mcs to change their rap names to Delores & serve me waffles as i recline in vinyl diner booth black n blue nurse a shiner and taste the metalic flavor of a freshly loosened tooth yal best not skip a lesson the jungle cat core curriculum is geared toward at twisting them il they snap and fall to pieces like dessicated milipedes 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
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she came with a blade from the east trained by a warrior priest she mastered sword arm and weapon leg plus snow leopard techniques the tiny mantis on the flower power unexpected reflexes swift with a blade to leave you headless effortless quickness lifted against this old force of savage gravity cliff side combat vertical terrain a strange claim to fame heads in a basket hurled at the feet of the corrupt constable a vicious gang of thieves she cleaved one after another many whispered that these fiends had slaughtered her father and mother orphaned at a young age she was raised by a sage who taught her the ways of righteousness along with the mightiest kung fu styles which she practiced in the high mountain range contemplative sent every day to fetch water this lost daughter sought and found new purpose and vowed protect the innocent from the dishonest and murderous but there in the town she found strong opposition for these thieves had protected a powerful merchants interests the merchant's invitation was extended he attempted to hire her as protection but when his offer of gold failed to flatter her he sent forth his most notorious henchmen to battle her but she came with a blade from the east was trained by a warrior priest had mastered sword arm & weapon leg plus snow leopard techniques the tiny mantis on the flower with power unexpected reflexes swift with a blade to leave you headless blood showered from necks split as wicked snakes writhed in the forest cat's deathgrip old bamboo legs chopped to bloody splinters master of the striking lizard failed to dodge an attack now with a broken back he slithers ohhh immortal hawk caught a blinding wheel kick to the mouth and got knocked clean through the wall of the grimy teahouse now shut your weak mouth rumors among bandits no honor among thieves so the merchant sent away for a new weapon from the east some called it a dragon stave it spit lead with flames and could splatter any master's flesh bone and brains heavy gold in a crate for trade he claimed his mysterious contraption he set a trap then framed a young fighter who was new to the town and talented knowing that she'd arrive to challenge him a tragic diversionary tactic her assassin melted into the crowd that gathered round as the hand to hand combat began to happen the greedy man quietly laughing for he could see it was true swords required skill but with this new invention any bloody coward could pull the trigger and kill with a puff of smoke her blood spilled shot in the back by a merchant she bled slow a handful of blossoms wilting there in the snow they said she came with a blade from the east trained by a warrior priest had mastered sword arm and weapon leg plus snow leopard techniques the tiny mantis on the flower with tactic power and skill but with this new contraption any bloody coward could pull the trigger and kill

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JUNGLECAT TECHNIQUE IS THE LO FI MIXTAPE KUNG FU SUPER ASSAULT FROM HISTORIAN HIMSELF FEATURING BEATS BY THE GREAT KUNG FU WARLORDS OF ANCIENT TIMES & AND THE FUTURE!!! WHEN YOU LISTEN YOU WILL GET DRAGGED OUT INTO THE FOREST CLEARING, KICKED IN THE FACE, SOLAR PLEXISIS, LEGS, ARMS, SPINAL COLUMNS ETC. EXPECT TO SPIT TEETH (GET STRONGER). I LOVE FIGHTING & WILL BATTLE YOU FOREVER UNTIL I DIE EVISCERATED BY THE CLAWS OF A GIANT ANTEATER OR IN THE JAWS OF THE LAST GIANT CROCODILE OR WITH A HUGE STINGRAY BARB HARPOONED THROUGH MY HEART AND LUNGS.

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released September 8, 2015

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