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