Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies
about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies
about it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies
a favor...
MORTICIAN: I can't.
CUSTOMER: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? He
won't be long.
MORTICIAN: Naaah, I got to go on to Robinson's --
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
you gunning for a sword fight
In the gutter gotta keep a sticky-sticky close by
Jitas will forever be gunning for your life
I be just chilling
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Now the sky's blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
Flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp,
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
niggas know you can’t
Really fuck with that
Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic
GOOD music together we too Jurassic
Niggas straight plastic
Ramadan
it every now and then
But you can't go home again
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist and flies
can't go anywhere
Nights we spend together
They always whisper
I can't go anywhere
I touched you with magic
You can't go anywhere
Over Stars
That love
masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic til you can't resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well I was coming home
Late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me
a
Daughter to make it home to
And holmes you go to Chinese
Stores for fried rice
Me? I fly flights and stay
In China for five nights
I'm high price, I'm
gonna do
I go AWOL
When Hurricane's in the house, what you gonna do
He goes AWOL
St. James in the house, what's you gonna do
Home-1, what you gonna
brick road as we go on another episode
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place
That I once used to call home sweet home
Come
C-L fly
Outside of Popeye's eating chicken and fries
Yeah come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listening
gangsta Cass' that I bang Cass'
Once again you came back after
Jesus saved yo' fake ass
So this ain't even a welcome
Home party for you
This is technically
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