Lyrics:
Eric Idle
VILLAGER #2 : Michael Palin
SIR BEDEMIR : Terry Jones
WITCH : ???
VILLAGER #3 : John Cleese
NARRATOR: Michael Palin
SIR LAUNCELOT : John
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
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
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
and Jesus now
Nigga, I'm strapped everywhere I go
Opp tried to walk down in the clothing store
Nigga, you ain't here what happen
Like two months before?
Got
a go tell yu something
Hear mi
[Chorus: x2]
Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial
Gal come a dance dress
body in the name of Jesus
A salvation time gonna sing a little song.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, (where i going now)
I am on my way
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
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
shot trying to plot
Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven
Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven
Mix for licks to double my chips
Some
sweet james jones, a pimp and a hustler
Tryin to get rid a all you hatas
And you muthafuckin pussy ass bustas
[chorus:(2)] x 4
[fiend]
What's the sense
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
to see
Open up your eyes to the fantasy
Made real by a man who plans to see
His level rise, like the planet's seas
On the way to classic, you just
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
Were the duo Silver Apples
Who managed to create
Two futuristic albums of noise
Rhythm and poetry creative to the point
Of underground obscurity
It
got two cellys, yeah
Woke up this mornin' I'm talkin' my shit
I went Luda like Cris you should know how I get
I'm in the mix but don't show how I whip
I
i pull up nigga freeze up
Jesus crist i am like God to a fiend (4real)
Dirty nigga but i get fly with the Clean
You fuck with me i get you sleepy just
of a fatal disease
MC's freeze at thirty-two degrees below
Justice served, now watch us bust this herd
In the head with another jam set by the brother
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
Number one is the place
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
[Krayzie Bone]
Now we ridin by [Repeat x4]
the pin number you wish)
(Sky pager, sky pager, sky pager)
Beepers
(Sky, Sky, Sky Pager)
One-eight hundred-seven five nine-seven two four three
But
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