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Blunted On Reality

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck here, oh shit)
(*inhales and continues*)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon pass the man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the man (hold it man)
Whassup man? (Yo, it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I ain't get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the good ol' days man (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to keep this away us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know you grab this man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, as we buildin' up man
That's why they want no brothers to be out here man,
That's why they try to it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a natural herb man
It makes your body and your mind just go to another...
(Yo, but hold - you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all know there's a lot of emcees but just my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, the, open the, open the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a
say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!!
I got tired of new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to take it back to the of dawn
Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the
But I'm just privileged to makin' my home my spirit
So when you me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I on bricks
thoughts it wasn't until he said: "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I mess with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, some ask for
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I no will
So mama should I kill a man Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I my own appeal
How does it feel - when a is your ill
in a J-A-I-L? I have no time to make
Saw to be macho like fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, between the fire and the
You wanna battle? Bring your
Forget what time Moses
and someone goin' down and it Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah
many fights in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your
Say mama say say mama say what?

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Hill)
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality

(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the that run the (TENT!!)

Who walks really for lack of listenin' to the
You nimble bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the table the super lantra
You got caught all toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and drink a Gin on the
Well their for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a from Captain Hook in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the stole my rapper
I had to be cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the pattern and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the through a telescope
and bomb 'em like make-believe
Blow me my sword I out for my
Cause I might ship on side and start an insurrection
A had disguised himself as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to shake a him he got through
Hey, hey guy the the booty, I formed like a ram
I gave an ultimatum and told him he do time
But he argued and fought me, he tried to right
And so I took it upon myself to make the brother walk the

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Hill)
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, from
thought we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality

(Pras)

I smell the of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot
The and the barrel hum
So when I get them someone will know where the I'm from
Cause I'm emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make walk like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the
You can't write a rhyme without the roots
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the with the skilly
to rhyme so dope I made up my own
Missed it a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum
get her to a to and fro, I guess they made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant from
But the chant from my peers I know are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those been since the beginnin'
(cause some of y'all cut out it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' Black Man
I didn't need Batman, he up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all your friend-friend, all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you
So I roll by and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your to your hip
And if hip's a book you know you got to get off bricks man

(Chorus: Jean & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote
Cause we were far, from
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we far, from reality
Some thought we blunted when we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality