Immortal Technique - Positive Balance Lyrics
[Intro]Big Zoo, uhTechnique, uhPositive balances, uh, uh[Verse 1 - Big Zoo]Pound for poundI'm the most positive when I bust mineThe Zoo adds on like a plus signAddition, that's the key in the ignitionWith no pause, I propel to pole position (Vroom!)Ahead of the pack, light years ahead of the wackI give a fiend a Good Book, instead of the crackThat's the gold mine, negativity can't hold mineThe black bear's headed for the gold mine (look out, look out)And then I'm positive as ShowtimeI make negative MC's switch styles in no timeThey change teams, rhyme about kings and queensInstead of how they sellin' work to fiendsThen I, switch thugs into soldiersThose that have given up on God to praise J Hova (Damn!)The rap Ice Age is overAnd positivity protects the Z boulder boulder[Chorus - Immortal Technique w/ Big Zoo ad-libs]Yeah, you know how it goes, positivity, yeahMy opinion is solid ground but your a common haterSplitting and dividing on numbers like a denominatorThird-eye navigator movements are necessaryEverything you see in videos is secondaryYou need positivity like you need respect in jailBecause without balance you'll be making negative record salesNeg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, like this[Verse 2 - Immortal Technique]I jerk off inside books and give life to wordsLeaving concepts stuck together you probably never heard (what?)I love when people think I'm psychologically disturbedCause it means I overloaded their neurological nervesRappers try to serve me with disgusting incompetenceBut I keep it positive with ultimate dominanceMeditating with Native Americans close to ProvidenceI speak to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wowsBut rumor has it that you getting raped like Lil' Bow WowNow listen industry mother*****ers, don't get offendedRemember, that I'll bring an end to your pretender agendaAnd render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?)And put your soul in a blenderYou living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in DecemberInstead of catering to labels, something gotta giveI'll rip the electrons out your body and make you positiveI seen a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmicksBecause without balance, you don't last more than a minuteThis ain't a game, I'll beat the shit out you at the line of scrimmageI rock shows in the ghetto, nigga you stuck in the villageI wanted to spit on the radio since I was elevenBut I can't afford the pay-ola for Hot 97'sSo I make paper underground, and I'm soon to blowMoving tapes like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios[Biggie - Hypnotize sample]
