Delirium Scriptum from Muses by Manu Trovão & KLG Klergé

[Intro]
Yo Pandora
You see that ?
Look
Come see that shit
Look, look what it said.

[Verse 1]
The Writing on the Wall sing "Animal Kingdom" Kingston annual income give peace To the worst fandom of capital interest stress ! Maximal, paint by household in Francisco Tincture, Goya nectar bring palette to the tongue of a Beast, would eat/heat, wounds of a Childhood rules luminous wrath ! Over the likes of thumbnail name "Guernica plight". Bad at drawing lines, mines insanity no matter the picture God is selling me, form a pattern ! Turning entropy into the Must Seen. Seal deal with the worms hymns.
Whatever they warned, whatever the warm
still. Cold World. Where they break ICE with firearms. Mourn or do you see wings in pity porn ? Artist by scarvengers norms
none caring about the storm, storing memories got me fucked up, By Luck ! The spit on the screen sing "Wonderful Dream"

[Verse 2 pt.1]
Anne Marie Nzie might wave, my way weight the liberty.
When you embrace the state, and stakes All day fuckery.
My skin pelled penalty
With Wink and Stares, scares agree
to follow like fucking sheeeep.

[Verse 2 pt.2]
Kodak Moments deserved to Die
If It take a Nation of Million to get the rhymes
A reason ? No. A vision ? So what !
Fuck your facade of crap, conscious rap ?
Trap ? Copious Map, influence base reaction, to the worst fans attractions. Patson Longlegs, Joker laugh. Aware stop the tracks ! Train(ed) high sound, without hype, on sight !

[Verse 2 pt.3]
The faster "I" cease to exist ! "We" mix of axis ! Splattered Banner calm, harm, by praxis.
Farming motives
Charming hate with famish faith.
When the Blitzkrieg creep over turn of events paradoxal souls all learned, that calibers are full of verve
Vertigo Scalped, for all those American settlers.

[Verse 3 pt.1]
Night-wing Symphony, Bird of Prey praying better yesterday in future grey matter. The cage ! Of a Brother edging the punch, free badge on the Sun/Son. Native vulture with hired guns spray !
On the same walls, on the same walls.
On the same walllllls.

If they could talk, i would tell them to SHUT UP. Whatever they say amount to my setup. Braindead dance with the muse, amuse by the same stance "Artistic suicide, it's a suicide"
For those who never fertilize their dreams bride. Leach, bleached dish, and mechanical flex like "you should survived a genocide." Lies in elections plans plant the same dead babies !

[Verse 3 pt.2]
When shit hit the fan//the fence got a critical sense.
"Who set the lights for the Black spaceship?" Father ask on chemtrails.

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