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Verse 1 -
I'm from the of light, with a sky of vanilla,
as the city of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the summer it feels like a degrees,
Where I'm from you might see MC,
Walking the trying to escape the map,
Ninety one was my I'm trying to take it back,
To when ran the line and transits ran the gambit,
My the paint, let the track be my canvas,
sitting in a park, sipping wine casks,
Watching whole cars as they went past,
I couldn't paint so I to the writers,
laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters,
'Nasty Arts' ran my line cop cars,
And we looked up to them like they rock stars,
Paint stained hands and like Manson,
That's Charles not Marilyn, a city to ransom,
and markers, Country Road parkers,
Hands of an artist the landscape enchanted,
the government pigs had all the paint 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 take their back.

2 - Pressure
I'm from the city of light, a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of home of the serial 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,
three was my shit I'm trying to take it back,
Got kicked out of but I would have left in time,
nothing but an ego and rap to get me by,
I swept floors, packed orders, when racked from Porters,
Liquor 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 like a fresh piece of meat, greet the carving knife,
Till the day came I'd scar consortiums,
I'd lay waiting, train and parks my audience,
Before we had our beats made, we had a DJ,
rock to a beat box, before that shit was clichd,
You see mate, I refused to lay low and 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 breathe in cos the city invites, jealously, and blight,
in the city of light.