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Verse 1 -
I'm the city of light, with 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 you might see Suffa MC,
the traps trying to escape the map,
Ninety one was my shit I'm 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,
whole 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 up to them like they were rock stars,
Paint stained hands and like Manson,
That's not Marilyn, a city held to ransom,
Cans and markers, Country parkers,
of an artist left the landscape enchanted,
Until the government had all the paint washed,
From our walls, end of the renaissance,
And so the walls where the once played,
Were replaced by the buff, now a sullen grey,
washed, shitty, all grey, all black,
Waiting for the kids of this to take their walls back.

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