Positive Balance Lyrics - Revolutionary, Vol. 1 - Immortal Technique

[Intro] 

Big Zoo, uh 

Technique, uh 

Positive balances, uh, uh 

[Verse 1 - Big Zoo] 

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 as 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 J Hova (Damn!) 

The rap Ice Age is over 

And positivity protects the Z boulder boulder 

[Chorus - Immortal Technique w/ Big Zoo ad-libs] 

Yeah, you know how it goes, positivity, yeah 

My opinion is solid ground but your a common hater 

Splitting and dividing 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 making negative record sales 

Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, like this 

[Verse 2 - Immortal Technique] 

I jerk off inside books and give life to words 

Leaving concepts stuck together you probably never heard (what?) 

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 

Meditating with Native Americans close to Providence 

I speak to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wows 

But rumor has it that you getting 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 (what? what?) 

And put your soul in a blender 

You living a lie like thinking Jesus was born in December 

Instead of catering to labels, something 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's 

So I make paper underground, and I'm soon to blow 

Moving tapes like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios 

[Biggie - Hypnotize sample]