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cincinnati (radio) - mood lyrics

[verse 1: holmsk!llet]
the universal man, i caravan through lands of hate
respected from the sands of cali to the streets of new york state
from the home of funk sh*t, 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*ggas fronting (yo, you ain’t from here) ‘til the answer was handed
i manifest, not just midwest, i represent the f*cking planet
holdin’ on to my fire, keep my artist inspired
illuminati base and resting place for roman empire
whose 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 worldwide music for a new world order

[hook: holmsk!llet]
in cincinnati, home of jazz fest and blown spots
bearcats and bengals, no culture, no hip*hop
black business stopped by cops who roam blocks
n*ggas scared to pop, this sh*t’s got to stop
[verse 2: main flow]
illuminat’ provokes tax where action liver than the smoke stacks
bringing dope back, imagine that, no longer broke cats
up in the heart of it, material sh*t’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, that’s 1*800*hip*time
while others sit blind, cash travels with quick dimes
my whole committee’s just hoping things’ll end pretty
no soldier pity, we operate from cin city
they got me time and beast, i keep my eyes on signing lease
combining leaks, and plus i heard ‘hind is police
paid from the buddha bust, it’s ludicrous he’s using us
cincinnati on the streets, you don’t know who to trust

[verse 3: dante]
it’s cincinnati, cin city, women pretty with
no pity, b*tches set you up through a ‘mittee, come and
get he, your worst enemy, you’re running with he
on a field of synergy, look outward inwardly. me, myself
made a pact when i brought in the stacks, relax
play the back, don’t get caught in the act
staying low in the vigor, they ain’t knowing a n*gga
who ain’t catching footb*lls, running deion figures
no neon glitter, which*way switch*hitter
i’m an eon*splitter, little*black*b*tch*getter
i’ve been knowing my fate since them days decayed
won back*to*back state and the rockwell skates
now the lugers feel great, chatting, dre escaped
but ohio’s fenced*in and we all inmates
walking up short vine, n*ggas catch court fines
missed my court case date, capeas fourth time
[hook: holmsk!llet]
in cincinnati, home of jazz fest and blown spots
bearcats and bengals, no culture, no hip*hop
black business stopped by cops who roam blocks
n*ggas scared to pop, this sh*t’s got to stop

- mood lyrics

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