One 2 The Head - Positive K

You’re on the air

Positive and L.G.

That’s that you know that really sounds

that that sounds uhh provacative

jump jump Jump Jump JUMP JUMP JUMP!

JUMP!

Jump up and down and yo get excited (uh, yeah)

Positive K, L.G.

reunited (step up)

Got a Phillie blunt, now don’t ya dare light it (uh, c’mon)

This is my rhyme and I’m gonna recite it First up to bat, Pos K the party wrecker

Got more moves than an effin game of checkers

Askin if I’m nice with mine, don’t say sorta

I can sell an Eskimo a glass of cold water

It ain’t no doubt you get knocked in ya mouth

Be the eighth MC, that Rakim didn’t talk about

All types of Positive, that’s what the girls say

Grown damn man, got no time for child’s play

Scoop your daughter, be scared you oughta

I’m so bad, that I can ride the tip in water

I’m a new breed far from a young seed

Like a boy scout daily do my good deed

The rhyme was speed but like a turtle be movin

I’m slow and funky in other words — I be groovin!

Cause I’m the master, quenchin your thirst just like a Shasta

Because he wanna — no, say because he HAS ta I satisfy, get 'em high just like a spanish fly

Once and for all, let me tell you who the eff am I Cause I’m the man, from here to Afghanistan

Cambodia, even Iran

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?

Good, he didn’t know I coulda woulda shoulda meant

And if he coulda, I think I he woulda shoulda went

If I didn’t tell ya, then how would you know?

Positive K’s not your ordinary Joe

I slay the dragon to freak the evil king

Scoop the princess, put her under my wing

Make her sing a song sayin, What a relief it is If that ain’t flavor — pssh — what is?

One to the head y’all

One to the head y’all

Uhh one to the head y’all yeah c’mon

Uhh one to the head y’all

Uhh one to the head y’all

One to the head y’all

One to the head y’all

Ladies look at me as a man of leisure

Cause I can do the things that can definitely please her

Brothers like to scramble, hustle, gamble

Women take the skin when I got a hell of a handle

A chip off the block cause my daddy was a player

Other words hon that means you don’t have a prayer

I gots the gift of tongue, the thing’s from a cobra

If I kick it to ya baby, it’s all over

Been around the world and my style nobody’s blazin it Cause I’m sweet, sweeter than a Raisinette

But on the other hand I’m hotter than tobasco

You rhyme first and I’ll be the last to go

I might win, lose or even draw

But it ain’t nuttin that I ain’t never seen before

The only thing is yo, I never lost it All I did was reinforce it Now I’m sturdy, sturdy as a girder

Versatile with capabilities of murder

Protectin my honor as if I was a samurai

Oh my back!

is the sounds when I slam a guy

I’m not above comedy and playin

That’s just one simple way, of sayin

Uhh, a-like that y’all one to the head

Uhh, like that y’all one to the head

Uhh, like that y’all one to the head yup

A-like that y’all one to the head y’all

Uh like that, uh like that

Uh to the head y’all one to the head y’all

A-like that y’all, one to the head y’all

A-like that y’all

I’m gonna drop this rhyme, I’m gonna drop this rhyme

I’m gonna drop this rhyme I hope it does skyrocket

If it does I’ll be paid in my pockets

With fly things like Rolex watches and

fur minks and diamond links

You see I got over the hump, bumped a lot of chumps

Just like the mumps my pockets got lumps

On the contrary, as a kid I was seein every Santa Claus

Didn’t bring me things I wanted him to carry

Like a, mansion and yacht, a big fat knot

A girl with a Benz who love me a lot

Nevertheless there’s things about me that you probably would never know

Datin back, to when I was just an embryo

But that’s a theory matter of fact a hypothesis

Coming from the abdomen directly to the esophagus

Protect myself against mishaps and tragedies

Against backstabbers, faggot MC’s (?)

So welcome me back, as if I’m Kotter

For starters I’m gettin more points than the Harlem Globetrotters

Not flexin or vexin, I’m a man who’s modest

And when I speak, I just likes to be honest

Some say how I got fame was this quick

Cause I’m original like Kentucky Fried Chicken and the biscuit

Loop your beats and save it on the diskette

For girls in the mini-skirts and the fishnets

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

Take 'em to the crib just to make a little demo

Uhh, one to the head, one to the head

One to the head, one to the head

One to the head, one to the head

One to the head, one to the head y’all