Pumpkinhead - Opposite Day lyrics

[Hook: Talib Kweli and Pumpkinhead] It's like black to white or day to night It's the lies that you read from left to right It's the good, the bad, and the yin and the yang Just keep it in balance as you do your thing [Verse 1: Pumpkinhead] I'm the opposite of royal players and pimps The opposite of gangsters with Jheri curls and crimps Hence, the opposite of me is wack And the opposite of wack is this track Like white to black, fiction to fact This world without opposites would probably collapse Heaven with no Hell would be too flawless Hell with no Heaven means we'd all burn regardless No matter if you're a white drug kingpin or black priest You'll get the opposite of peace With hate the reason Dr. King and Malcolm X cease to exist The opposite of the person that splits The opposite of blood is crip The opposite of weak is a strong black fist Me and Kweli do it just like this (Like this, y'all) Which is the opposite of that (Like that y'all) The opposite of hip hop is rap “Opposites Attract” like Paula Abdul and Skat Kat [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] I'm the alternative reality to which you relate A new world where jakes confiscate mixtapes From state to state, raising rates on the breaks [from Mel?] My [fact drop?], but wait If I brought up my own sh**, is it fake witness? My fate evaporating snakes talking slick like wet Oil reserves in Kuwait. Yo, no time for hating k**ing n***as with love. Come at me crooked and I'll set you straight Yo, wait. The statements from my mouth, they tend to aggravate But if I never say it, who the hell will take the weight? They imitate this level of greatness. They couldn't make this So they take this and my lover is a victim of the rapist The reason I say this: I roll with God and you's a sadist My everyday flavors to you is the fad that's the latest Biting like Florida Gators, poverty keeps you forever paid My success crashes markets like jets inside The Everglades One day, you'll meet your ton day. Hope it comes back someday Our business collide like Mack Trucks through a street that's one way My runway for takeoff is your path to Hell My dream will rise like cream. Look how fast you fell [Hook: Talib Kweli and Pumpkinhead] It's like black to white or day to night It's the lies that you read from left to right It's the good, the bad, and the yin and the yang Just to keep it in balance as you do your thing It's like black to white or days to night Lies that you read from left to right It's the good, the bad, and the yin and the yang Just to keep it in balance as you do your thing [Verse 3: Pumpkinhead] This is the end (End like Jim Morrison), so this justifies the means I could kick it to chickens but I'd rather have a queen I could rock silk pants but I'd rather rock some jeans I could eat caviar but I like collard greens I could sing R&B but I'm a hip hop fiend I could get on some “Rah rah!” but I'm calm and serene As I lean on the scales of yin and yang, I dream To be in a world that wasn't all about the cream ‘Cause right now, we revolve around governmental schemes And it seems around me, you're quiet, but, on stage, you scream (It's PH. Hello, PH) Hotheads always have cold hearts This world will have to end to make a brand-new start As you stick to the lowest to get on the top of the charts You bought the whole thing but don't want to give a part Materialism you preach and try to call it art I'll pick up something sweet that winds up tasting tart Got flows forever so my throat is never parched From the bottom to the top is how I had to start [Verse 4: Talib Kweli] Your time of pain is my time of glory Your fairytale is my horror story. My best English is derogatory Language inflammatory, my family values your homewrecker Your peace protector was predatory, heading for me My celebratory dance got you in a spiteful trance Technological advancements, biochips in my hands Watch them ghost in my face. I got your tracks to trace Your smile crack in your lips, crack in your whipping My vision's mountain is your ditch, my African queen your b**h When I'm calm in your face, you got a nervous twitch See, look. We dropping sh** that's opposite like stringy dog hair to dreadlocks You can't escape the paradox no matter (What?) what type of thoughts that you concoct Quality of life: cops crack down on weed spots And my domestic violence is your protective silence My Hell becomes your Zion, my ignorance is your science You lying, that is my truth—trust me, I got the proof My advance from living is your loot recouped It's really ill when broke n***as walk down the street like pimps (You seen ‘em) Oxymoronic like black serial k**ers and jumbo shrimp Just don't happen to fit together. So, let's discuss this Military intelligence with criminal justice Individuals love this. Federals bug this and hunt me I'm chilling like the livid air in a free country [Hook: Talib Kweli and Pumpkinhead] It's like black to white or day to night It's the lies that you read from left to right It's the good, the bad, and the yin and the yang Just to keep it in balance as you do your thing It's like black to white or days to night Lies that you read from left to right It's the good, the bad, and the yin and the yang Just to keep it in balance as you do your thing [Bridge: Talib Kweli] Keep it in balance as you do your thing Keep it in balance as you do your thing You got to keep it in balance as you do your thing Keep it in balance as you do your thing [Outro: Talib Kweli] Ta-da!