Tonalità: C# minor
Verse 1
Am
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 shit
you thought it was dead
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We brought it back like resurrection
Am
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
Niggas fronting (mumbling) till
the answer was handed
I manifest, not just be west,
I represent the fucking 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
Verse 2
Am
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
Niggas scared to pop, This shit's got to stop
Verse 3
Am
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 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 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 hanus police
Came from the boot of us,
its ludicrous he's using us
Cincinnati on the streets,
Verse 4
you don't know who to trust
Am
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
Niggas scared to pop,
This shit's got to stop
Verse 5
Am
Cincinnati, Sin city
Women pretty with no pity,
bitches 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 nigga
Who ain't catching footballs
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Am
running Deon figures
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Am
No neon glitter, which way switch hit ter
I'm an eon splitter,
little black bitch getter
I've been on my faith since
them days decade
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Won back to back state and
Am
the Rockwell skates
Now them looters feel great
chatting Dre escaped
But Ohio's fenced in and
we all inmates
Walking up Short Vine,
Niggas catch court fines
Miss my court case date
capeas fourth time
Verse 6
Am
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
Am
Niggas scared to pop, This shit's got to stop
Outro 1
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