Chorus- More love less hate, more real less fake, more grind less wishing
less stunting more fame less talking more change, less rushing more vision.

More Franchising less Sanitizing, more uprising less downsizing, more enterprising les sympathizing, more building less destroying, more jobs less unemployment, less kick the devil, less enjoyment, more originality, less biting off Pac and Big, more community activism, less pigs, more blacksmithing def jerks 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 lets vote, more schools less prisons, more freestyles less written, more serious shit and less kidding, more history less mystery more Beyonce less Brittany more happiness more victory less loses less misery more workers we all bosses.

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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 hoe, niggas wish we all wish a nigga would crack a joke, like he want to battle for the mic this is brooklyn the planet ya'll niggas is like satellites revolve around my every word I address the crowd like Lincoln at Gettysburg surrounded by 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 muthafuckas be nuts, slice like nip tuck specialize in deep cuts, it's the music that you riding to provided by Hi-Tek and Kweli the livest two.

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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 misogamy less curses, lets put more depth in our verses till 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 im 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 aint no marketing strategy it had to be from the heart in order to be reality. Reflection