For some crazy reason, Cincinnati by Mood has only now been brought to my attention. Of course, I have to share my new-found knowledge with you, my Cincinnati-curious readers.
Home of jazz fests and blown spots
Bear 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
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 bi-coastal
Lyrics found here.