Big Zoo, uh Technique, uh balances, uh, uh
[Verse 1 - Big Pound for I'm the most positive when I bust The Zoo adds on like a plus Addition, that's the key in the no pause, I propel to pole position (Vroom!) Ahead of the pack, light years ahead of the I give a fiend a Good Book, of the crack That's the gold mine, can't hold mine The black headed for the gold mine (look out, look out) And then I'm positive as I make negative switch styles in no time They change teams, rhyme about and queens Instead of how they sellin' to fiends Then I, switch into soldiers Those that given up on God to praise J Hova (Damn!) The rap Ice Age is And positivity protects the Z boulder
[Chorus - Immortal w/ Big Zoo ad-libs] Yeah, you know how it goes, positivity, My opinion is solid ground but your a common Splitting and dividing on like a denominator Third-eye navigator are necessary Everything you see in videos is You need like you need respect in jail Because without balance you'll be negative record sales Neg-neg-negative record sales, ziga-zam, Technique, this
[Verse 2 - Immortal I jerk off inside books and life to words Leaving concepts stuck together you probably never (what?) I love when think I'm psychologically disturbed it means 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 to the spirits of ancestors at pow-wows But rumor has it that you getting raped Lil' Bow Wow Now industry motherfuckers, don't get offended Remember, that I'll bring an end to pretender agenda And render contenders dismembered, bend the fabric of (what? what?) And put your in a blender You living a lie like thinking Jesus was in December Instead of catering to labels, something gotta rip the electrons out your body and make you positive I a lot of kids come and go with marketing gimmicks Because without balance, you don't last more a minute This 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 I to spit on the radio since I was eleven But I can't afford the for Hot 97's So I make underground, and I'm soon to blow Moving like Biggie's ghost at Bad Boy studios [Biggie - sample]