It's All Over - Positive K

Now this one is for you liars and you jokers

You blabbermouths and you damn crack smokers

Someone’s talking about my wrong subjects

And it’s time for Positive K to flex

My muscle, and then for me to stick out my chest

Oh yes

But I’m mad, somebody said that I couldn’t rap

[Hold up} Heh, who told 'em that?

Because I’m qualified

Plus you know I’m phallic

And all my fans casted their ballots

They voted me the number one solo sensation

A rapper and a fighter with a I got the baddest left jab that you ever saw

You want to riff?

Then let me tap you on your jaw

So I suggest that if you’ve got a beef with me

To keep that thought in total secrecy

'Cause I don’t care about you jockey busters anyhow

I just came here to say

It’s all over now

It’s all over now

See, when I was young I used to watch Wonderama

Looked up to my dad, real close to my mama

Since then I was taught there’s no future in frontin'

Being timid and shy would never ever get me nothin'

I transformed into a real go-getter

Prepared for the worst, but always hoped for the better

I’m not a success but I’ll say I’m a successor

A real cool guy and a casual dresser

I’m dipped

Occasionally, I gots to flip up on a sister or mister

Who feels that they’re equipped to deal

With me on my rapping field

See, I’m the best, so the rest must kneel

To Positive: the gentle-man, the rapper

Intelligent, clean-cut, and so effin' dapper

I gets the benefits, in other words the fringes

I rocks the house and the doors off their hinges

You get astounded, even dumbfounded

Smacked so fucking hard you’d think your ass was surrounded

I’ll upset ya, wet ya, engage ya

Do it just like Ali did it to Frasier

So if you feel it’s real, play me on the wrong note

And fuck around, huh, and get your jaw broke

It’s over now

It’s all over now

I gets the red out, rappers is dead out

I’ll put your head out and you better gets the hell out

'Cause I run 'em I ran 'em

I really couldn’t stand 'em

I did 'em, I done 'em

And now all I can do for you is son 'em

'Cause I’m the badder dada

I kicks the data

You get mixed in the badder battlin'

It doesn’t matter

So now, what’s the scenario?

Where they go?

Here we go

Give me your name and your number

Whiles me do you very slow

Who’s my victim?

Watch me vic 'em and dick 'em

And I’ll BRRDDDT stick 'em

Let my hooker trick 'em

'Cause yo I got the jism

I race in the race in the prism

Fly to your bladder

Just like a platter when I didn’t miss 'em

Keep it together, I’m sharper than cheddar

Better than a machete, ready

Truncate it to the letter

I’m the enforcer, can’t refuse my offer

Or you’ll be over the bridge

Shit, who’s the bosser

Cleaning your shit up because you was a quitter

Unlike the Pos K

They say I’m a home run hitter

Stripped, whipped, flipped of your title

Good golly Miss Molly, Little Richie needs your idol

But no, I’ll be your tutor tutor

'Cause you’re kind of new to

Me the pursuder of the man Buddha

You don’t know my style and you’re sorry

Kinda fiery, yours is tirey

Now go write that in your diary

'Cause I’mma can 'em, I ban 'em

I fix your papers on my annum

When I come natives start bangin' like a bantam

I gots the fluid, get to it, pursue it

You see I hit Nia Peeples but don’t you tell Howard Hewitt

Because it’s over now

It’s all over now