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Verse 1 -
I'm from the city of light, a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of churches home of the killer,
And in the summer it feels a hundred degrees,
Where I'm from you see Suffa MC,
Walking the traps trying to the map,
Ninety one was my I'm trying to take it back,
To when writers ran the and transits ran the gambit,
My the paint, let the track be my canvas,
Thirteen sitting in a park, wine casks,
Watching cars as they went flying past,
I couldn't so I rhymed to the writers,
They'd laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by lighters,
Arts' ran my line evading cop cars,
And we looked up to like they were rock stars,
Paint stained and fame like Manson,
That's Charles not Marilyn, a held to ransom,
Cans and markers, Road parkers,
Hands of an artist the landscape enchanted,
Until the government pigs had all the washed,
our city walls, end of the renaissance,
And so the walls the colours once played,
Were replaced by the buff, now a blunt grey,
washed, shitty, all grey, all black,
Waiting for the kids of this city to take their back.

2 - Pressure
I'm the city of light, with a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of home of the serial killer,
And in the winter, the city sleeps in the freeze,
Where I'm from you see Pressure MC,
Walking the traps to escape the map,
Ninety three was my shit I'm trying to it back,
Got out of school but I would have left in time,
With but an ego and rap to get me by,
I swept floors, packed orders, poor racked from Porters,
Liquor store just to me a four track recorder,
Fifteen, sneaking in the back to the gig,
Thought I could rip, bro trust me I for this shit,
Cos the city's than a starless night,
And treats a starter like a fresh of meat, greet the carving knife,
Till the day came when I'd consortiums,
I'd lay waiting, stations 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,
Better years of my to pave roads,
as hell, we did it by ourselves,
The only to this shit is one that time will tell,
So in cos the city invites, jealously, pity and blight,
You're in the of light.