One 2 The Head

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump up and down, ayo, get excited
Positive K, L.G. reunited
Got a Philly blunt, now don't you dare light it
This is my rhyme and I'm gonna recite it
First up to bat, Pos K the party wrecker
Got more moves than an F in a 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'll get knocked in your mouth
Be the eighth MC that Rakim didn't talk about
My type's so 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 rhyme the tip of water
I'm a new breed, far from a young seed
Like a Boy Scout, daily do my good deed
Don't rhyme with 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 to
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, a-matter of fact, I never tried it
In a contest, me best? Man, you're just the next man, got it?
Good, he didn't know what coulda, woulda, shoulda meant
And if he coulda, I think he woulda, shoulda went
But if I didn't tell you, then how would you know?
Positive K's not your ordinary Joe
I slay the dragon, defeat the evil king
Scoop the princess, put her under my wing
Make her sing a song, sing what a relief it is
If that ain't flavor, shh, what is?

One to the head, y'all (Keep talking that talk)
One to the head, y'all (Keep talking that talk)
One to the head, y'all (Keep talking that talk)
One to the head, y'all (Keep talking that talk)
One to the head, y'all (Keep talking that talk)
One to the head, y'all (Keep talking that talk)
One to the head, y'all (Keep talking that talk)

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 a scammin', I got a hell of a handle
I chip off the block 'cause my daddy was a player
Other words, hon, that means you don't have a player
I gots to get the tongue and things from a cobra
If I kick it to you, baby, salova
Been around a while, and my style, nobody's phasin' it
'Cause I'm sweet, sweeter than a Raisinet
But on the other hand, I'm hotter than Tabasco
You rhyme first and I'll be the last to go
I might win, lose, or even draw
But it ain't nothin' 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
(Ooh, my back!) is the sound when I slam a guy
I'm not about comedy and playin'
That's just my simple way of sayin'

Uh, like that, y'all, one to the head
Uh, like that, y'all, one to the head
Uh, like that, y'all, one to the head
Yup, like that, y'all, one to the head
Y'all all like that, all like that
Uh, to the head, y'all, one to the head, y'all
I like that, y'all, one to the head, y'all
I 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 a merry
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 loved me a lot
Nevertheless, there are 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 MCs
I didn't leave, so don't hold me back as if I'm Tara
Mustard don't get more points than the Harlem Globetrotters
Not flexin' or vexin', I'm a man who's modest
And when I speak, I just like stevianas
Some say, "How I got famous this quick?"
'Cause I'm original like Kentucky Fried Chicken in a biscuit
Loop the 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

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