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