More or Less

Y'all hear that Whats that sound Ya know ya want it I'mma tell um what we need [Chorus: Dion] More love Less hate More real Less fake More grind Less wishing Less stunting More fame Less talking More change Less rushing More vision [Verse One] More franchising, less sanitizing More uprising, less downsizing More enterprising, less sympathizing More building, less destroying More jobs, less unemployment Let's give the devil less enjoyment More originality, less biting off 'Pac and Big More community activism, less pigs More Blacksmith and Def Jux, less Geffen And the rest cause the rest suck They got the shit all messed up More marijuana, less coke More accountability from politician before we shouting let's vote More schools, less prisons More freestyles, less written More serious shit and less kidding More history, less mystery More Beyonce, less Brittney More happiness, less misery More victory, less loses More workers, we all bosses Of course it's reflection! (What we need?) [Chorus: Dion] More love Less hate More real Less fake More grind Less wishing Less stunting More fame Less talking More change Less rushing More vision [Verse Two] God bless the hood when my money always good I can get some chicken now, thinking couldn't when I could, son I live above the rim and pay the full Like my nigga what crack his ho Niggas wish we all wish a nigga would crack a joke Like he want to battle for the mic This is Brooklyn, the planet Y'all niggas is like satellites revolve around my every word I address the crowd like Lincoln at Gettysburg Surrounded by the heavy herb The crowd is more or less wall to wall here's for the pure Hip-Hop how, I'm rocking got them dropping they jaw Fire marshall blocking the door Does he crack like he chopping the Raw This is the shit the cops is stopping us for This is the rain of the tek and the motherfuckers be nuts Slice like nip tuck, specialize in deep cuts It's the music that you riding to Provided to you by Kweli and Hi-Tek the livest two (What we need? What we need) [Chorus: Dion] More love Less hate More real Less fake More grind Less wishing Less stunting More fame Less talking More change Less rushing More vision [Verse Three] The more I put into it The less it sounds like non-sense The more natural, the less conscious At the same time the more bomb shit The less a devil's got a grip I get it loose we gotta slip away the ghetto yea More for a dollar, more fresh goods for purchase Less liquor stores Less churches that be looking like corner stores More rap songs that stress purpose With less misogyny less curses Let's put more depth in our verses 'til they left on the surface While we stomp through the underground The calm don't come around You sort of hoping for that refection, you sort of open I'm a heathen call 'em chosen I don't play with your emotion Stop acting so god damn emotional I give you these bars free like it's promotional This ain't no marketing strategy It had to be from the heart in order to be reality Reflection (What we need? What we need) [Chorus: Dion] More love Less hate More real Less fake More grind Less wishing Less stunting More fame Less talking More change Less rushing More vision