Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song K Sera Sera, artist - Justin Warfield. Album song My Field Trip To Planet 9, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.11.2005
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
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… |