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Blunted On Reality

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, nigga me the blunt
(Go get the fuck here, oh shit)
(*inhales and continues*)
Ay, this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, is for dolo son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon pass the man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, the blunt man (hold it man)
Whassup (Yo, hold it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I even get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know when you grab man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we up man
That's why they no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why they try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your body just and your 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 you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...

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

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

(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho the badder 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 test the super lantra
You got caught all that toe with legs
I'm arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and drink a Gin on the
their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain Hook in so
We to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you fight like it was a
I had to change the pattern and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the pirates through a
and 'em like it's make-believe
Blow me my sword I out for my
Cause I might ship on landin' side and start an
A pirate had disguised himself as one of my
But I saw true and had to shake a him he got through
Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I formed a ram
I an ultimatum and told him he could do time
But he argued and fought me, he tried to right
And so I took it upon myself to make the brother the plank

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

(Pras)

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

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