Luyện nghe bài hát Positive Balance

Big Zoo, uh
Technique, uh
balances, uh, uh

[Verse 1 - Big
Pound for
I'm the most when I bust mine
The Zoo adds on a plus sign
Addition, that's the key in the
With no pause, I to pole position (Vroom!)
of the pack, light years ahead of the wack
I give a a Good Book, instead of the crack
That's the gold mine, negativity hold mine
The black bear's headed for the gold (look out, look out)
And then I'm positive as
I make negative MC's switch in no time
change teams, rhyme about kings and queens
Instead of how sellin' work to fiends
Then I, switch into soldiers
that have given up on God to praise J Hova (Damn!)
The rap Ice Age is
And positivity the Z boulder boulder

[Chorus - Technique w/ Big Zoo ad-libs]
Yeah, you know how it goes, positivity,
My opinion is ground but your a common hater
Splitting and dividing on numbers a denominator
Third-eye movements are necessary
Everything you see in videos is
You need positivity like you need in jail
Because balance you'll be making negative record sales
Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, this

[Verse 2 - Technique]
I jerk off inside books and give to words
Leaving concepts together you probably never heard (what?)
I when people think I'm psychologically disturbed
Cause it I overloaded their neurological nerves
Rappers try to serve me with incompetence
But I keep it positive with ultimate
Meditating Native Americans close to Providence
I speak to the spirits of ancestors at
But rumor has it that you raped like Lil' Bow Wow
Now listen industry motherfuckers, get offended
Remember, that bring an end to your pretender agenda
And contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of time (what? what?)
And put soul in a blender
You a lie like thinking Jesus was born in December
of catering to labels, something gotta give
I'll rip the electrons out your body and you positive
I a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmicks
Because without balance, you last more than a minute
This ain't a game, I'll beat the shit out you at the line of
I rock shows in the ghetto, nigga you in the village
I wanted to spit on the radio I was eleven
But I can't afford the pay-ola for Hot
So I paper underground, and I'm soon to blow
Moving tapes like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy
[Biggie - Hypnotize