Talib Kweli - More or Less

Y'all hear that Whats that sound Ya know ya want it I'ma tell um what we need [First Verse] More franchisin Less sanitizin More uprisin Less down sizin More enterprisin Less sympathizin More buildin Less destroyin More jobs Less unemployment Lets skip the devil Less enjoyment More originality Less bitin off Pac 'n' Big More community activism Less gigs More Blacksmith Def Jux Less Geffen then the rest Cause the west suck They got this shit all messed up More marijuana Less coke More accountablity for politicians Before we shoutin Let's vote! More schools Less prisons More freestyle Less written More serious shit Less kiddin More history Less mystery More Beyonce Less Britney More happiness Less misery More victory Less losses More workers We all bosses Of course its Reflections [Chorus-Dion] [Talib in back-Tellum what we need] More love Less hate More real Less fake More Less Less stunin More fame Less talkin More change Less wishin More vision [Second Verse] God bless the hood Where my money always good I can get you taken now Dont think I couldn't when I could Son I live above the rim Crack is hope Niggas wishin Y'all wish a nigga crack a joke Like he wanna battle for the mic This is Brooklyn, the planet And y'all niggas is just satellites Revolvin round my every word I adress the crowd like Lincoln at Gettysburg Surrounded by the heavy herb The crowd is more or less wall to wall here For the pure Hip-hop thats how I'm rockin Got them droppin they jaw Fire marshall blockin the door This the shit the cops stoppin us for This the "Reign of the Tec" and the motherfuckin Beatnuts Slice like a nip-tuck Specalizin in deep cuts This the music that you ridin to Provided by Talib and Hi-Tek The livest two [Chorus-Dion] [Third Verse] The more I put into it The less it sound like the nonsense The more natural The less concious At the same time the more bomb shit The less the devil got a grip I'm gettin loose We gatta slip away The ghetto gatta git More for a dollar More fresh goods for purchase Less liquor stores Less churches lookin like they corner stores More rap songs to stress purpose with Less misogyn and less curses Lets put more depth in our verses Till they left on the surface While we stomp through the underground The cops dont come around You sorta hoppin for that reflection You sorta open I heed the call of the chosen I dont play with your emotions Stop actin so god damn emotional I give you these bars for free like it's promotional [Beat Drops] This aint no marketin strategey It had to be from the heart in order to be reality Reflections [Chorus-Dion]