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Verse 1 -
I'm the city of light, with a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of home of the serial killer,
And in the summer it feels a hundred degrees,
Where I'm from you might see MC,
Walking the trying to escape the map,
Ninety one was my shit I'm trying to it back,
To when writers ran the and transits ran the gambit,
My memories the paint, let the be my canvas,
Thirteen in a park, sipping wine casks,
Watching whole cars as they flying past,
I paint so I rhymed to the writers,
laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters,
'Nasty Arts' ran my line cop cars,
And we up to them like they were rock stars,
Paint hands and fame like Manson,
That's Charles not Marilyn, a city to ransom,
Cans and markers, Country parkers,
Hands of an artist left the enchanted,
Until the government pigs had all the washed,
From our walls, end of the renaissance,
And so the walls where the once played,
Were by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey,
washed, shitty, all grey, all black,
Waiting for the kids of this city to their walls back.

Verse 2 -
I'm from the city of light, a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of churches home of the killer,
And in the winter, the city dead in the freeze,
Where I'm you might see Pressure MC,
Walking the trying to escape the map,
Ninety three was my shit I'm trying to it back,
Got kicked out of school but I would left in time,
nothing but an ego and rap to get me by,
I swept floors, packed orders, poor racked from Porters,
Liquor store just to score me a four recorder,
Fifteen, sneaking in the back to the gig,
I could rip, bro trust me I fought for this shit,
Cos the city's darker than a night,
And treats a starter like a piece of meat, greet the carving knife,
Till the day came when I'd consortiums,
I'd lay waiting, train stations and my audience,
we had our beats made, before we had a DJ,
We'd rock to a beat box, before shit was clichd,
You see mate, I to lay low and gave those,
Better of my life to pave roads,
as hell, we did it by ourselves,
The only to this shit is one that time will tell,
So breathe in cos the invites, jealously, pity and blight,
in the city of light.