Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Positive Balance , by - Immortal Technique. Song from the album Revolutionary Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.04.2006
Record label: Viper
Song language: English
Positive Balance |
| Big Zoo, uh |
| Technique, uh |
| Positive balances, uh, uh |
| Pound for pound, I’m the most positive when I bust mine |
| The Zoo adds on like a plus sign |
| Addition, that’s the key in the ignition |
| With no pause, I propel to pole position (Vroom!) |
| Ahead of the pack, light years ahead of the wack |
| I give a fiend a good book instead of the crack |
| That’s the gold mine, negativity can’t hold mine |
| The black bear’s headed for the gold mine (Look out! Look out) |
| And then I’m positive at Showtime |
| I make negative MC’s switch styles in no time |
| They change teams, rhyme about kings and queens |
| Instead of how they sellin' work to fiends |
| Then I switch thugs into soldiers |
| Those that have given up on God to praise Jay-Hova (Damn!) |
| The rap Ice Age is over |
| And positivity protects the Z boulder boulder |
| Yeah, you know how it goes |
| Positivity, yeah |
| My opinion is solid ground but you’re a common hater |
| Splittin' and dividin' on numbers like a denominator |
| Third-eye navigator movements are necessary |
| Everything you see in videos is secondary |
| You need positivity like you need respect in jail |
| Because without balance you’ll be makin' negative record sales |
| Neg-neg-negative record sales |
| Ziga-zam, Technique, like this |
| I jerk off inside books and give life to words |
| Leavin' concepts stuck together you probably never heard |
| I love when people think I’m psychologically disturbed |
| 'Cause it means I overloaded their neurological nerves |
| Rappers try to serve me with disgusting incompetence |
| But I keep it positive with ultimate dominance |
| Meditatin' with Native Americans close to Providence |
| I speak to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wows |
| But rumor has it that you gettin' raped like Lil' Bow Wow |
| Now listen, industry motherfuckers, don’t get offended |
| Remember that I’ll bring an end to your pretender agenda |
| And render contenders dismembered |
| Bend the fabric of time and put your soul in a blender |
| You livin' a lie like thinkin' Jesus was born in December |
| Instead of caterin' to labels, somethin' gotta give |
| I’ll rip the electrons out your body and make you positive |
| I seen a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmicks |
| Because without balance, you don’t last more than a minute |
| This ain’t a game, I’ll beat the shit out you at the line of scrimmage |
| I rock shows in the ghetto, nigga, you stuck in the village |
| I wanted to spit on the radio since I was eleven |
| But I can’t afford the pay-ola for Hot 97 |
| So I make paper underground, and I’m soon to blow |
| Movin' tapes like Biggie’s ghost at Bad Boy studios |
| My opinion is solid ground but you’re a common hater |
| Splittin' and dividin' on numbers like a denominator |
| Third-eye navigator movements are necessary |
| Everything you see in videos is secondary |
| You need positivity like you need respect in jail |
| Because without balance you’ll be makin' negative record sales |
| Neg-neg-negative record sales |
| Ziga-zam, Technique, like this |