K Sera Sera

Uhh! Check it out, yo; it's called, uh, well, uh "K Sera Sera," whatever will be will be And the track is kinda in there, so lemme bust a li'l A li'l rhyme... Check it out on the one, two, three... Standin' 5'11", and I'm almost 6 feet 18 years old, rock a new beat Got no nickname, stay the cool sane Kick the same rhymes, play the same games To watch my back, but ain't no vics here Bring in the new--that tune was last year In strode the baby brother, comin' from the mind school Flow from blue Bic, and paper's wide-ruled If I had a penny for every note that I played Or if I had a dollar for every bar I create I guess that I would reckon, "By golly, I'm gettin' paid" Or better yet, "I reckon it's time to be gettin' paid!" So I sit and think, "Well, should I pull my Plan 9?" I'll leave it up to the powers and the stars Since I'm from the cosmos of another planet, see I believe my karma will guide me to my destiny So I flow, not on the rhymes But related to my shade of mind, or, rather, vibes Que sera sera, what will be will be Whatever's kinda clever, what the future holds for me I guess it's just a thought, though my mind is kinda hazy My name is Justin, baby I got my skullcap on, then the flow from my mind starts As I rip for days from the land of the mic arts Cream of the crop, a cool, blue beatnik Blessed with the gift, and now it's time to kick the ill shit Love to eat the scallops, and quit with the doo-doo raps Stay away from ill crack, listen to the Fatback Smooth on a rough track, time to catch a catnap If you are my brother, I'll be sure to give you much dap Ya bound to get your head smacked, if you try to illjack Get your kit from Acme, set yourself an ill trap I used to talk of vickin', would step and finger-lickin' But now my mic endeavors have improved over time Oh yeah, I'm still the same brother who has got to pickin' So listen to the moody groove, piano, and the vibes Ahh, and ya don't stop. Yeah, ya know, yeah And we the sure shit, guaranteed to be the ultimate Ya got to keep it on to the break-of-dawn To the rhythm, y'all, ya don't stop And ya don't quit, ya don't stop Ya gotta keep on, keep the flow on And, baby, ya know you and the rhythm is always on And I'm out...