| Big Zoo, uh
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| Technique, uh
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| Positive balances, uh, uh
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| Pound for pound, I’m the most positive when I bust mine
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| The Zoo adds on like a plus sign
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| Addition, that’s the key in the ignition
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| With no pause, I propel to pole position (Vroom!)
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| Ahead of the pack, light years ahead of the wack
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| I give a fiend a good book instead of the crack
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| That’s the gold mine, negativity can’t hold mine
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| The black bear’s headed for the gold mine (Look out! Look out)
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| And then I’m positive at Showtime
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| I make negative MC’s switch styles in no time
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| They change teams, rhyme about kings and queens
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| Instead of how they sellin' work to fiends
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| Then I switch thugs into soldiers
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| Those that have given up on God to praise Jay-Hova (Damn!)
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| The rap Ice Age is over
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| And positivity protects the Z boulder boulder
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| Yeah, you know how it goes
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| Positivity, yeah
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| My opinion is solid ground but you’re a common hater
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| Splittin' and dividin' on numbers like a denominator
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| Third-eye navigator movements are necessary
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| Everything you see in videos is secondary
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| You need positivity like you need respect in jail
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| Because without balance you’ll be makin' negative record sales
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| Neg-neg-negative record sales
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| Ziga-zam, Technique, like this
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| I jerk off inside books and give life to words
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| Leavin' concepts stuck together you probably never heard
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| I love when people think I’m psychologically disturbed
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| 'Cause it means I overloaded their neurological nerves
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| Rappers try to serve me with disgusting incompetence
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| But I keep it positive with ultimate dominance
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| Meditatin' with Native Americans close to Providence
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| I speak to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wows
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| But rumor has it that you gettin' raped like Lil' Bow Wow
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| Now listen, industry motherfuckers, don’t get offended
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| Remember that I’ll bring an end to your pretender agenda
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| And render contenders dismembered
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| Bend the fabric of time and put your soul in a blender
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| You livin' a lie like thinkin' Jesus was born in December
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| Instead of caterin' to labels, somethin' gotta give
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| I’ll rip the electrons out your body and make you positive
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| I seen a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmicks
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| Because without balance, you don’t last more than a minute
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| This ain’t a game, I’ll beat the shit out you at the line of scrimmage
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| I rock shows in the ghetto, nigga, you stuck in the village
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| I wanted to spit on the radio since I was eleven
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| But I can’t afford the pay-ola for Hot 97
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| So I make paper underground, and I’m soon to blow
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| Movin' tapes like Biggie’s ghost at Bad Boy studios
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| My opinion is solid ground but you’re a common hater
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| Splittin' and dividin' on numbers like a denominator
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| Third-eye navigator movements are necessary
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| Everything you see in videos is secondary
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| You need positivity like you need respect in jail
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| Because without balance you’ll be makin' negative record sales
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| Neg-neg-negative record sales
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| Ziga-zam, Technique, like this |