[Historian Himself]
Motherfuckers fall back
We from the rural lands, yo
Ay, yo
[Historian Himself]
I'm known to eat an entire metropolis
Shit shattered bones and barf garbage
We speak in storm clouds rising as billowing plumes, looming ominous
Every breath blessed with a ruinous truth proven true
Through convergent evolution on opposite continents
Y'all best fall back with that overconfident nonsense
Blakrok'll topple that cocky stance like fallen obelisks
And I follow with a kaiju stomp to your throat
On some Tokyo skyline met Godzilla shit
Oh my lord, it's Folkloric Olde Norse Historical
Combining forces with the mythic sorcereress, sub-equatorial
I stay hulking out with my trusty thunder jaw
Coughing a lung full of blood on Kanif drums thas ugly raw
Steady, red in tooth and claw
Behold as I draw strength
My glacial fang cleave through great mountain ranges
Behold, a wild hybrid
Oddball style combining with that heavy-jawed honey badger
Known to take a deadly serpent's bitin
Snooze off the lethal venom
Wake up and resume the dining
Jawline erupting with cinders of hot scoria
My flow explodes from the crumpled tectonics along the coast of California
And beneath my ribs living
Metabolism know for ripping apart star systems
In a labyrinthine desert, unforgiving, deadly and desolate
Hammered by fire from the stars
And folded katana-style by the tectonic plate activity
I stole the technology from my enemies and refined their edge to claim their heads
Which now decorate my ragged battlement, ay yo
[Yugen Blakrok]
The spider the web-weaver
I spin luminous orbs appearing at night time
With consorts as shadowy figures
Hooded, sipping elixirs
Hearts crimson hibiscus
As Dogon dots link under the hand the built the Sphinx up
Born inside a monster's lair, story of creation
Like the exiting of caves in pairs, sight impaired
Indigo genetic test, tempered for hermetic quests
With shining eyes, expelling dragon breath from the depths of hell
As levitating bodies soar, forage green like herbivores
Glowing out the crown to photosynthesize in metaphor
Triggering storms with dry ice and silver iodide
A fusion of mystical sciences
Seeing clouds while flying
The sword style's binary, sharpened through the ages
My grimoire's disintegrated, alchemists and mages
I'm the living crystal, verbose, coated in nervous systems
And the cycle's linked with lunar satellite images
I split seas, the soundscape's vicious
Suspended in a floating mist, twitching with the glitches
From temporal fracture migraines
Right brain or left blade set
Craniums radiate radio waves through cosmic membranes
Voices ripping the fabric
It's that space-time classic
Electric snakes rattle thoughts with full metal jackets
I spit a cypher 360 degrees in light packets
Permeating vacuum states with spoken word magic
[ Fifi The Railblaster]
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