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Verse 1 -
I'm from the city of light, a sky of vanilla,
Known as the of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the it feels like a hundred degrees,
I'm from you might see Suffa MC,
Walking the traps trying to the map,
Ninety one was my shit I'm to take it back,
To when ran the line and transits ran the gambit,
My memories the paint, let the be my canvas,
sitting in a park, sipping wine casks,
Watching whole cars as they went past,
I paint so I rhymed to the writers,
They'd laugh, up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters,
'Nasty ran my line evading cop cars,
And we looked up to them like they rock stars,
Paint hands and fame like Manson,
That's Charles not Marilyn, a city to ransom,
Cans and markers, Road parkers,
Hands of an artist left the enchanted,
Until the pigs had all the paint washed,
From our walls, end of the renaissance,
And so the walls where the colours played,
replaced 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.

2 - Pressure
I'm from the of light, with a sky of vanilla,
as the city of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the winter, the city dead in the freeze,
Where I'm from you see Pressure MC,
Walking the trying to escape the map,
three was my shit I'm trying to take 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, when racked from Porters,
store just to score me a four track recorder,
Fifteen, sneaking in the door to the gig,
Thought I could rip, bro me I fought for this shit,
Cos the city's darker than a night,
And treats a starter a fresh piece of meat, greet the carving knife,
Till the day when I'd scar consortiums,
I'd lay waiting, train and parks my audience,
Before we had our made, before we had a DJ,
We'd to a beat box, before that shit was clichd,
You see mate, I to lay low and gave those,
years of my life to pave roads,
as hell, we did it by ourselves,
The only secret to this shit is one that will tell,
So in cos the city invites, jealously, pity and blight,
in the city of light.