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