| You’re on the air
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| Positive and L.G.
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| That’s that you know that really sounds
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| that that sounds uhh provacative
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| jump jump Jump Jump JUMP JUMP JUMP! |
| JUMP!
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| Jump up and down and yo get excited (uh, yeah)
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| Positive K, L.G. |
| reunited (step up)
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| Got a Phillie blunt, now don’t ya dare light it (uh, c’mon)
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| This is my rhyme and I’m gonna recite it First up to bat, Pos K the party wrecker
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| Got more moves than an effin game of checkers
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| Askin if I’m nice with mine, don’t say sorta
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| I can sell an Eskimo a glass of cold water
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| It ain’t no doubt you get knocked in ya mouth
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| Be the eighth MC, that Rakim didn’t talk about
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| All types of Positive, that’s what the girls say
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| Grown damn man, got no time for child’s play
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| Scoop your daughter, be scared you oughta
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| I’m so bad, that I can ride the tip in water
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| I’m a new breed far from a young seed
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| Like a boy scout daily do my good deed
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| The rhyme was speed but like a turtle be movin
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| I’m slow and funky in other words — I be groovin!
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| Cause I’m the master, quenchin your thirst just like a Shasta
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| Because he wanna — no, say because he HAS ta I satisfy, get 'em high just like a spanish fly
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| Once and for all, let me tell you who the eff am I Cause I’m the man, from here to Afghanistan
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| Cambodia, even Iran
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| But I never ran, and matter of fact I never tried it In a contest me fess, man you just the next man, got it?
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| Good, he didn’t know I coulda woulda shoulda meant
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| And if he coulda, I think I he woulda shoulda went
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| If I didn’t tell ya, then how would you know?
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| Positive K’s not your ordinary Joe
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| I slay the dragon to freak the evil king
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| Scoop the princess, put her under my wing
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| Make her sing a song sayin, What a relief it is If that ain’t flavor — pssh — what is?
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| One to the head y’all
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| One to the head y’all
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| Uhh one to the head y’all yeah c’mon
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| Uhh one to the head y’all
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| Uhh one to the head y’all
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| One to the head y’all
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| One to the head y’all
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| Ladies look at me as a man of leisure
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| Cause I can do the things that can definitely please her
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| Brothers like to scramble, hustle, gamble
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| Women take the skin when I got a hell of a handle
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| A chip off the block cause my daddy was a player
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| Other words hon that means you don’t have a prayer
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| I gots the gift of tongue, the thing’s from a cobra
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| If I kick it to ya baby, it’s all over
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| Been around the world and my style nobody’s blazin it Cause I’m sweet, sweeter than a Raisinette
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| But on the other hand I’m hotter than tobasco
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| You rhyme first and I’ll be the last to go
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| I might win, lose or even draw
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| But it ain’t nuttin that I ain’t never seen before
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| The only thing is yo, I never lost it All I did was reinforce it Now I’m sturdy, sturdy as a girder
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| Versatile with capabilities of murder
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| Protectin my honor as if I was a samurai
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| Oh my back! |
| is the sounds when I slam a guy
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| I’m not above comedy and playin
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| That’s just one simple way, of sayin
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| Uhh, a-like that y’all one to the head
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| Uhh, like that y’all one to the head
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| Uhh, like that y’all one to the head yup
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| A-like that y’all one to the head y’all
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| Uh like that, uh like that
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| Uh to the head y’all one to the head y’all
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| A-like that y’all, one to the head y’all
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| A-like that y’all
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| I’m gonna drop this rhyme, I’m gonna drop this rhyme
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| I’m gonna drop this rhyme I hope it does skyrocket
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| If it does I’ll be paid in my pockets
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| With fly things like Rolex watches and
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| fur minks and diamond links
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| You see I got over the hump, bumped a lot of chumps
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| Just like the mumps my pockets got lumps
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| On the contrary, as a kid I was seein every Santa Claus
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| Didn’t bring me things I wanted him to carry
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| Like a, mansion and yacht, a big fat knot
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| A girl with a Benz who love me a lot
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| Nevertheless there’s things about me that you probably would never know
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| Datin back, to when I was just an embryo
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| But that’s a theory matter of fact a hypothesis
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| Coming from the abdomen directly to the esophagus
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| Protect myself against mishaps and tragedies
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| Against backstabbers, faggot MC’s (?)
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| So welcome me back, as if I’m Kotter
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| For starters I’m gettin more points than the Harlem Globetrotters
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| Not flexin or vexin, I’m a man who’s modest
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| And when I speak, I just likes to be honest
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| Some say how I got fame was this quick
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| Cause I’m original like Kentucky Fried Chicken and the biscuit
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| Loop your beats and save it on the diskette
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| For girls in the mini-skirts and the fishnets
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| High heel pumps and their hair all done up I see 'em like that, I can’t help but run up Kick the gab and throw 'em in the limo
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| Take 'em to the crib just to make a little demo
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| Uhh, one to the head, one to the head
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| One to the head, one to the head
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| One to the head, one to the head
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| One to the head, one to the head y’all |