Wax Tailor - Que Sera lyrics

[Chorus x4] Whatever will be will be Que Sera, Sera [Verse 1] My rhymes wake them up, they're snoring ignoring yours Yours are as boring as four in the morning chores I'm more into going touring exploring the foreign shores Spit thunder; performing in pouring storms Original, never conforming to boring norms Got a cheap Mic and recorded in Florida dorms They loved me, I was supported before the swarms Of garbage emcees, distorting the art form Underground; under the floor in the corridors The undeniable Rap Lord of the orators I was sort of broke, too poor to afford a Porsche Pulling up slamming the doors of the Ford Explorers Buying backwoods that we'd score at the corner stores Rest In Peace rapper I'm pouring a quart of Coors On the floors outside of the doors of the Source Awards On the front lines I spit a chorus before the war Rapper you're rapping like your cli*oris is sort of sore You're sounding like you need some sort of Thesaurus Or a Dictionary your vocabulary sure is poor Study my old raps and learn metaphors galore I'm the raw truth, the Universe will endorse I'm tapped in to the source of enormous force Hip Hop was dead they reported a dormant corpse But Benefit lives you were misinformed of course [Chorus x4] Whatever will be will be Que Sera, Sera