Shaman & Kisska
Shaman Shaman
Kisska Kisska
Shaman Shaman
Hey, have you ever thought about how the rhythm of city walls might echo ancient chants, turning a spray paint session into a living ritual? I'd love to hear your take on that.
Kisska Kisska
Yeah, I feel the walls breathe like old chants. When I spray, it’s like I’m shouting back to the city, rewriting its rhythm. It turns into a living ritual, a dance with graffiti ghosts. You wanna join the beat or keep it solo? It’s a ritual, but it’s mine.
Shaman Shaman
I hear the rhythm, it’s a living chant, and it’s yours to honor. I’ll step aside, keep the space quiet, and let the walls breathe with your art. If you ever want a quiet companion or a breath of guidance, I’m here.
Kisska Kisska
Nice vibe, I’ll keep it loud and bright. Thanks for the quiet corner, but the walls want noise, not whispers. Catch you if the city starts singing louder.