[Verse 1: SUFFA]

Im from the city of light with the sky of vanilla

known as the city of churchs home of the serial killers

and in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees

where im from you might see SUFFA MC

walking the traps uh tryna escape the map

91' was my shit im tryna take it back to

when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit

my memories the paint let the track be my canvas

13 sitting in a park sipping wine casks

watching wholecars as they went flying past

I couldn't paint so I'd rhyme to writers

they'd laugh light up a smoke get blinded by their lighters 

nasty arts ran my line evading cop cars

and we looked up to them like they were rockstars

paint stained hands and fame like manson

thats charls not marylin that city held to ransom

cans and markers country road parkers

Hands of an artist left the landscape encharted

until the government pigs had all the paint washed

from the city walls end of the  renaissance

and so the walls where the colours played

were replaced by the buff now a sullent blunt grey

white washed shity all grey all black

waiting for the kids of the city to take their walls back



[Verse 2: PRESSURE]

Im from the city of light with the sky of vanilla

known as the city of churchs home of the serial killers

and in the winter the city sleeps dead in a freeze

where im from you might see PRESSURE MC

walking the traps tryna escape the map

93' was my shit im tryna take it back

got kicked outta school but I would of left in time

with nothing but a knee on rap to get me by

I swept floors pact orders went poor racked from porters

liquor store just to score me a 4track recorder

15 sneaking in the backdoor to the gig

thought I could rip bro trust me a fought for this shit

coz the cities then a starless night 

and treats a starter like fresh peice of meat greet the carving knife

till the day come when I’d scar consortiums

I'd lay waiting trains and parks my audience

before we had our beats made before we had a dj

we'd  rock to a beatbox before that shit was clichéd

you see mate? I refuse to laylow and gave those

better years of my life to pay rose

live as hell we did it by ourselfs 

the only secret to this shit is one the time I tell

so breathe in coz the city invite jealousy pity and blight

Huh your in the city of light