[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*
[Chorus]
