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Blunted On Reality

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

(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all there's a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
the, open the, open the, open the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe with no key, it's easier battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you like a doggy
Some say on and on, but they ON-ON!!
I got tired of new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to take it back to the break of
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the
But I'm just privileged to my home from my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I on bricks
Some thoughts it wasn't he said: "He sunk 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, some ask for
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for or real
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so I battle no will
So mama should I a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own
How does it - when a monkey is your ill
in a J-A-I-L? I have no time to bail
Saw someone to be macho like fritches got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring your
Forget what time Moses
and someone goin' down and it ain't Gastor
Cause the roughest with the guy, becomes a
So all the bad boy talk, on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many in fought courts boss
lost, so toss a nickel and change your course
Say mama say say mama say what?

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

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

Who walks for lack of listenin' to the drum-set
You silly bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the table test the lantra
You got all that toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the clip my rapper
I had to be right you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic pattern and make it fit
So now I go and see with she
I the pirates through a telescope
and 'em like it's make-believe
Blow me my I out for my protection
Cause I might ship on landin' side and start an
A had disguised himself as one of my crew
But I saw and had to shake a him before he got through
Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I formed a ram
I gave an and told him he could do time
But he argued and me, he tried to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to make the brother the plank

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

(Pras)

I smell the blood of an run son
Ya see the man cannot
The hammer and the hum
So when I get them someone will where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the of my snare drum
is the beat of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll them walk like a doggy
like 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 from a bomber-tacky all the bum
that get her to a to and fro, I guess they me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the chant cheers
But the chant from my peers that I know are really down me (CHEERS!!)
Now I mean those that 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 need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison
So I by myself and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if hip's a book you know you got to get off bricks man

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