album cover
artist
Mood
Cincinnati
1599
Hip-Hop/Rap
Cincinnati è stato pubblicato il 28 ottobre 1997 da Blunt Recordings come parte dell'album Doom
album cover
AlbumDoom
Data di uscita28 ottobre 1997
EtichettaBlunt Recordings
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM85

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mood
Mood
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donte Fleming
Donte Fleming
Songwriter

Testi

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
**** scared to pop, this shit’s got to stop
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 shit, 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
**** fronting (Yo, you ain't from here) ‘til the answer was handed
I manifest, not just Midwest, I represent the fucking 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
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
**** scared to pop, this shit’s got to stop
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 shit'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
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
**** scared to pop, this shit’s got to stop
It’s Cincinnati, Cin City, women pretty with
No pity, bitches 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 ****
Who ain't catching footballs, running Deion figures
No neon glitter, which-way switch-hitter
I'm an eon-splitter, little-black-bitch-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, **** catch court fines
Missed my court case date, capeas fourth time
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
**** scared to pop, this shit’s got to stop
Written by: Donte Fleming

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