Monthly Archives: May 2014

Nutmeg State of Mind

This is Connecticut’s take on “Empire State of MInd” by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys. Enjoy!

I up out that Enfield
Now I’m down in Deep River
Right by the beaches, but I’ll be port forever
I’m the new Lobo and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
Used to cop in Meriden, rolling right by Illiano’s
Drivin’ down on West Main, brought me back to that McDonald’s
Ended up in Bloomfield, down Blue Hills Avenue
Catch me goin’ Downtown, fams coming after you
Cruisin’ down 84, off black ‘Cedes
Drivin’ so slow just to check out ladies
Took it up to Mansfield, where I met my man Geno
Now he up on billboards, every time I’m playin’ Keno
Say what up to Ky-Ky, still sippin’ mai-tai
Reppin’ the Dirty, Yanks and Sox give me high five
Player I be decked out, slicker than I’ll ever be
Tell by my jersey that I’m most definitely from

Hartford, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
When you’re in Hartford
Autumn leaves will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Yes only in Hartford, Hartford, Hartford

Catch me at the XL Center at a Whalers game
Shit, I make the Whalers hat more famous than the Whalers can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain’t from UConn
Splitting my verses so much quicker than a neutron
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where they sellin’ rock
Acapulco Gold and shit, Main and Pearl is the spot
Metro Cab, People’s Cab, Yellow Cab, holla back
Them road ragers in the state don’t even fucking know how to act
8 million pizzas, Pepe’s where they bake it
Traffic is so graphic, half of y’all won’t make it
Me, I gotta stay focused, get it made in the shade
I’m paying my boy Niels if Jay’s paying DeWayne Wade
Two casinos, thirty tech firms
Final Four Parade, rest in peace Kate Hepburn
Ashley and Sigourney
Long live the World Trade
Long live the Mark Twain, I’m from the Nutmeg State that’s…

Hartford, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
When you’re in Hartford
Autumn leaves will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Yes only in Hartford, Hartford, Hartford

Lights is blindin’, them wheels are grindin’
Some fucker kept tailgatin’ me and sidewindin’
Mind the casualties, who choose to ride causally
Then gradually become worse
Don’t fight the traffic, Steve
Caught up in the in-crowd, always in style
And in the winter gets cold, dress warm when you go out
Shall I begin, it’s a city I am in
Good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with them
Tommy took a bus trip, 40-minute bus route
Every time he drivin’, dudes get him cussed out
Hail Mary to the state, and I’m a virgin
New Haven can’t save me, good luck with the merchants
Came here for school, left when taxes took a high rise
Rich people, movie stars, addicted to the limelight
Gampel Pavilion, the home of the Champions
New England’s Rising Star, better buy you an Ambien

Hartford, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
When you’re in Hartford
Autumn leaves will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Yes only in Hartford, Hartford, Hartford
One hand in the air for Insurance City
Mean streets, bright lights, all lookin’ pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put ya lighters in the air and everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hartford, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
When you’re in Hartford
Autumn leaves will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Yes only in Hartford, Hartford, Hartford