Lyrics
, 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, 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, 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, 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 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, i jerk off inside books and give life to words, leaving 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, 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, 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,
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Artist: immortal technique