[Verse 1 – Suffa] [诗歌1 - Suffa ]

I'm from the city of light, with a sky of vanilla, 我来自光之城，香草的天空，

Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer, 被称为城市的教堂回家的连环杀手，

And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees, 而在夏天，感觉像百度，

Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC, 在那里，我从你我可能会看到Suffa三菱商事，

Walking the traps trying to escape the map, 走在陷阱试图逃跑的地图，

Ninety one was my shit I'm trying to take it back, 九十一个是我的屎我试图把它收回，

To when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit, 要当作家的跑线及过境运行开局，

My memories the paint, let the track be my canvas, 我的回忆油漆，让赛道是我的画布，

Thirteen sitting in a park, sipping wine casks, 十三坐在公园，喝着酒木桶，

Watching whole cars as they went flying past, 看着整个车作为他们去飞过去，

I couldn't paint so I rhymed to the writers, 我不会画画，所以我押韵的作家，

They'd laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters, 他们会笑，一亮一吸，并得到他们的打火机蒙蔽，

‘Nasty Arts' ran my line evading cop cars, “讨厌的艺术跑我行躲避警车，

And we looked up to them like they were rock stars, 我们抬起头，他们像他们的摇滚明星，

Paint stained hands and fame like Manson, 涂料染色的手和名气一样曼森，

That's Charles not Marilyn, a city held to ransom, 这是查尔斯不是玛丽莲，一个城市举行赎金，

Cans and markers, Country Road parkers, 罐和标志，国道帕克费尔德，

Hands of an artist left the landscape enchanted, 一个艺术家的手离开心醉的风景，

Until the government pigs had all the paint washed, 直到政府头猪把所有的油漆清洗，

From our city walls, end of the renaissance, 从我们的城墙，文艺复兴时期的结束，

And so the walls where the colours once played, 所以，这里的颜色一次打在墙上，

Were replaced by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey, 被替换的BUFF ，现在沉着脸钝灰色，

White washed, shitty, all grey, all black, 白洗净，低劣的，全灰，全黑，

Waiting for the kids of this city to take their walls back. 等待着这个城市的孩子们把他们的围墙后面。

   

[Verse 2 - Pressure] [诗歌2 - 压力]

I'm from the city of light, with a sky of vanilla, 我来自光之城，香草的天空，

Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer, 被称为城市的教堂回家的连环杀手，

And in the winter, the city sleeps dead in the freeze, 而到了冬天，整个城市都已沉睡死在冻结，

Where I'm from you might see Pressure MC, 在那里，我从你我可能会看到压力的MC ，

Walking the traps trying to escape the map, 走在陷阱试图逃跑的地图，

Ninety three was my shit I'm trying to take it back, 九十3是我的屎我试图把它收回，

Got kicked out of school but I would have left in time, 人赶出学校，但我会离开的时候，

With nothing but an ego and rap to get me by, 有，不过是一种自我，以说唱让我，

I swept floors, packed orders, when poor racked from Porters, í席卷地板，装订单，当穷人行李搬运折磨，

Liquor store just to score me a four track recorder, 卖酒的商店只是为了进球我一个四轨录音机，

Fifteen, sneaking in the back door to the gig, 十五，在后门偷偷的演出，

Thought I could rip, bro trust me I fought for this shit, 以为可以撕裂，兄弟相信我，我打了这个狗屎，

Cos the city's darker than a starless night, 就算是城市的暗比无星的夜晚，

And treats a starter like a fresh piece of meat, greet the carving knife, 并把首发就像一块新鲜的肉，迎接切肉刀，

Till the day came when I'd scar consortiums, 直到有一天，我最好的疤痕财团，

I'd lay waiting, train stations and parks my audience, 我躺在候车，火车站和公园我的观众，

Before we had our beats made, before we had a DJ, 之前，我们有我们的节奏做，我们有一个DJ之前，

We'd rock to a beat box, before that shit was clichéd, 我们会摇滚到拍框，以前那些歌是陈词滥调，

You see mate, I refused to lay low and gave those, 你看队友，我拒绝低调，给了那些，

Better years of my life to pave roads, 好几年我的生活铺平道路，

Live as hell, we did it by ourselves, 生活如地狱，我们通过我们自己做的，

The only secret to this shit is one that time will tell, 唯一的秘诀，这狗屎是一个时间会告诉我们，

So breathe in cos the city invites, jealously, pity and blight, 所以呼吸COS城市邀请，嫉妒，怜悯和枯萎病，

You're in the city of light. 你在这个城市的光。