Hilltop Hoods《City Of Light Restrung》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:11.18]I'm from the city of light with a sky of vanilla [00:13.91]Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer [00:16.40]And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees [00:19.26]Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC [00:22.09]Walking the traps trying to escape the map [00:24.83]Ninety one was my sh*t I'm trying to take it back [00:27.51]To when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit [00:30.53]My memories the paint let the track be my canvas [00:33.52]Thirteen sitting in a park sipping wine casks [00:36.57]Watching whole cars as they went flying past [00:39.23]I couldn't paint so I rhymed to the writers [00:41.73]They'd laugh light up a smoke [00:42.73]And get blinded by their lighters [00:44.89]'Nasty Arts' ran my line evading cop cars [00:47.42]And we looked up to them like they were rock stars [00:50.15]Paint stained hands and fame like Manson [00:52.53]That's Charles not Marilyn a city held to ransom [00:55.74]Cans and markers Country Road parkers [00:58.30]Hands of an artist left the landscape enchanted [01:01.23]Until the government pigs had all the paint washed [01:04.14]From our city walls end of the renaissance [01:06.88]And so the walls where the colours once played [01:09.29]Were replaced by the buff now a sullen blunt grey [01:12.30]White washed ****ty all grey all black [01:14.94]Waiting for the kids of this city to take their walls back [01:39.32]I'm from the city of light with a sky of vanilla [01:42.13]Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer [01:44.76]And in the winter the city sleeps dead in the freeze [01:47.61]Where I'm from you might see Pressure MC [01:50.43]Walking the traps trying to escape the map [01:53.09]Ninety three was my sh*t I'm trying to take it back [01:55.81]Got kicked out of school but I would have left in time [01:58.65]With nothing but an ego and rap to get me by [02:01.42]I swept floors packed orders [02:02.86]When poor racked from Porters [02:04.28]Liquor store just to score me a four track recorder [02:07.07]Fifteen sneaking in the back door to the gig [02:09.59]Thought I could rip bro trust me I fought for this sh*t [02:12.47]'Cos the city's darker than a starless night [02:14.95]And treats a starter like a fresh piece of meat [02:17.31]Greet the carving knife [02:18.54]Till the day came when I'd scar consortiums [02:20.77]I'd lay waiting train stations and parks my audience [02:23.84]Before we had our beats made before we had a DJ [02:26.52]We'd rock to a beat box before that sh*t was clichéd [02:29.44]You see mate I refused to lay low and gave those [02:32.85]Better years of my life to pave roads [02:34.90]Live as hell we did it by ourselves [02:37.26]The only secret to this sh*t is one that time will tell [02:39.95]So breathe in cos the city invites [02:42.09]Jealously pity and blight [02:44.86]You're in the city of light