[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 lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
