It's All Over

[Verse One] 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 [You gonna mop shop, pop?] 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 [Good combination]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 [Hook] {Over} It's all over now {Over now} [Verse Two] 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 [Hook] {Over} It's all over now {Over now} [Verse Three] 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 [Hook x4] {Over} It's all over now {Over now}