(feat. Dion)


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]