Corrección Letra Dust Descends par I Am Legion

Featuring(s) : Strange U

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[Metropolis]
Sumo, flow's bone shattering, slow dab the pen
Homes, back again, unravelling Cluedo
Pseudo-psycho P.I clocks travelling cloak and dagger men
Bag the prints, captured under black light - halogen
Snag the swag bag, back to the lab, the hideout
Back in a flash, counting the cash stack in the lighthouse
Good or bad, two sides of the same coin, same loin
Brother from another mother, veins joined
Plain toying with wordplay, words spray off the diaphragm
Feynman diagrams erased trace of a higher plan
He enquired "Dang." Thug on his case, ran, caught
Scuffle ensued, gun in his face, click, fired... jammed
I guess the Messiah scams
Jesting at us miniscule f*cks measuring time in sand
Rhyming slang, the camera pans back the gameboard
Bishop F8 takes Queen B4, day falls

[Vulgatron]
This ain't no follow the North Star, night light calligraphy
Scene set, more like Predator versus Predator
Find myself invisible, play your tendons like an old oud
Fellow to no realm walk with no foot to speak of
Some said he was here, cold carvings on an old stone
Most were oblivious 'til his whispers chilled their sold bones
No sight to behold, no effigy, no spared thought
Soul born of ash, the globe silenced as he strolled home
One touch, monotone were the screams
Legion of the spirit brought forth with through dreams
Monitored
He travelled through shadows, the black string puppeteer
Left with no trace, reverse big bang, we touch cloth
I revel, suspend tension, not animation
Pause, replace thoughts of sanctity with pure rage
Distilled peace in it's purest form injected
My veins writhe callously, somewhat vacant like your new face

[Strage U]
Diablo, emerging from devilish black piano note
Deadliest black hand on your throat, a black antelope
Black animal flow, pow, a black calico
As black as your soul, black hand trapped in snow
Frost bitten, lost kitten, a boss Hominian
A god swimming in sin, living within an villains skin
The man is dead, but walks the earth like his manners fled
His plan's to wreck, span the globe like Rihanna's head
Sky diving, riding a Bison
Try fly in time with the high rising Leviathan
The truth is out there, but wich guy will you buy from
The livest firebomb, Time Warner or Viacom
Be silent, calm, it's salvation of firearm
Make noise so the people know the real hype of the tribal drum
The time has come, it's ride or die time for some
Hide your guns, tonight we vibe as one

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