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letra de punji trap - historian himself

[steve irwin sample]
in this chapter, silent remnants of violent encounters hidden in tropical jungles that’re still frozen in time

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 my squawking offspring
deep in a cold cave we call home
the floor’s littered with bones from far more formidable foes
it’s well known; i wander where real wild things roam
places that make little boys in wolves clothes
get back on their sail boats
and row home
while i float with steve irwin’s vengeful ghost
wearing khaki shorts and a wacky smile
relocating humans into the jaws of gigantic crocodiles
all the while releasing dangerous ancient creatures into 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 it sprouts a strange tree
the locals have begun fearing my odd orchards and report of hearing mysterious roaring from some creature they can’t see
for indeed the beast is known for only appearing 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

[steve irwin sample]
crikey!

punji trap jaws came to lock heavy
and sever, render bones to ragged splinters
jagged dent-tion
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
as i watch the hive dance in the tidal night
you’ve been warned
the colony swallows all
dismantled and carried off
harden up your armor or get cracked open by hungry jaws
this is armor growth metamorphosis
venomous spines harpooning through your melon like porpoises
old charcharodontosaur form that freshly 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–ss rappers is my motherf-cking spinach
it’s grey griffon with the junglecat physique
still sinking in the talons with the fatal beak of a falcon
screaming out bloodshed (bloodshed) like malcolm
with the fist of a glacier that carved a deep through the mountain
your broken half-dome will leave these onlookers astounded

[steve irwin sample]
my aim is to go out there across the temples that have now been engulfed in wilderness, and check out the wildlife!

[yo]
an old silverback 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 on humans
who dare tresp-ss 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 -ssaults deflected into the endless shadows

leaping with a spear to smite you in the night
old things forgotten from the rubble do rise
i ponder the mysteries of numbers and plunder my slumber under thunderclouds
slowly peeling back layers of stone as endless ages elapse
this vast expanse of forest’s roots are fed by blood it’s true
and an old river runs beneath us
these words came to me echoing in an old hollow skull i found in a clearing
i’m 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 poison-tipped 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 coiled up 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
that’s why i bring the gore galore
when i swing through the vines
striking with orangutan 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
and i rise as the day dies

[sample from malcolm x’s message to the gr-ss roots speech]
land is the basis of all independence

[steve irwin sample]
hey, that’s the way to travel, innit? woohoo! how’s that? straight into the thickest jungle known to man. too good

- historian himself

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