Mood - Cinncinati lyrics

[Hook] Cincinnati Home of jazz fest and blown spots Bad cats and mingles, no culture no hip-hop Black business stopped by cops who roam blocks n***as scared to pop, This sh**'s got to stop [Verse 1: Main Flow] The universal man, I caravan through lands of paper Spectin' from the sands of Cali to the streets of New York State From the home of bunk sh** you thought it was dead We brought it back like resurrection giving life to these heads In the middle of the riddles many styles from my locals Collecting data from the greater to create the bicoastal n***as fronting (mumbling) till the answer was handed I manifest, not just be west, I represent the f**ing planet Holdin' on to my fire, keep my artist inspired Illuminati based and rest in place for Roman Empire Used desire, was to lock my soul for something minute That's why I had to relocate but still come back and recruit Some say it's not feasible I say people let's get down Make our dreams come to life through these Hi-Tek sounds We spread the land like disciples, smash and stifle the borders New world wide music for a New World Order [Hook] [Verse 2: Donte] I luminate provokes tax where action liver than a smoke stack Bringing dope back, imagine that no longer broke cats Up in the heart of it, material sh**'s hard to miss Some kids'll play the Ricky Ross role for part of this I'm deeply into faith, my gangs penetrate '71 and '75 I play the interstates Watching for road blocks, old cops, patrol stops I know a couple heads and sneak them in through loading docks I gotta get mine 1-800-hip-time While others sip line, cash travels with quick dimes My whole committees just hoping things end pretty No souls and pity we operate from CinCity They got me time and beast I keep my eyes on signs and leads Combine and leaks and plus I heard han*s police Came from the boot of us, its ludicrous he's using us Cincinnati on the streets, you don't know who to trust [Hook] [Verse 3: Holmsk**et] Cincinnati, Sin city Women pretty with no pity, b**hes set you up through a mitte Come and get he, your worst enemy your running with he On the field of synergy look at how our end will we Me myself made a pact, when I bombed in the stacks Relax made it back, don't get caught in the act Stand low on in the vigor, they don't know a n***a Who ain't catching footballs running Deon figures No neon glitter, which way switch hitter I'm an eon splitter, little black b**h getter I've been on my faith since them days decade Won back to back state and the Rockwell skates Now them looters feel great chatting Dre escaped But Ohio's fenced in and we all inmates Walking up Short Vine, n***as catch court fines Miss my court case date capeas fourth time [Hook]