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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 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, 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 ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to keep this from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
they know when you grab this man
you just be knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why want no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why they try to make it man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a natural herb man
It makes your body just and your mind go to another...
(Yo, but hold - you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we ciphin' man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate motherfuckers do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all there's a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, open the, open the, open the, the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe with no key, it's easier than me
Cause uh-uh, I'll you walk like a doggy
Some say on and on, but mean ON-ON!!
I got of that new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to it back to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al
Bootleg is now it's rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm just privileged to makin' my from my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my keep movin' like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on
Some 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 won't with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you still, some ask for refill
We move your so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I no will
So mama should I kill a man like Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own
How does it - when a monkey is your ill
in a I have no time to make bail
Saw to be macho like fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, God knows
You got caught, between the and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring Moses
Forget what time Moses
and someone goin' down and it ain't Douglass
Cause the roughest the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the dog, yeah hawk
Throw many fights in courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your
Say mama say mama say say what?

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

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

Who walks really for of listenin' to the drum-set
You silly nimble bad as to my car don't put the
oh on the table test the lantra
You got caught all toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck,
I got a from Captain Hook in so quick
We to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you like it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the pirates through a
and bomb 'em like make-believe
Blow me my I out for my protection
Cause I might on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to 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 walk the plank

(Chorus: Wyclef & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some 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 understand
The hammer and the hum
So I get them someone will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that rocks be the hand of the gun bum
is the drop of my snare drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make walk like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the to the sessy
You write a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy 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 made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the from cheers
But the chant from my peers that I know are down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that been since the
(cause some of y'all cut out it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm like Black Man
I didn't Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!!
all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend before dem bring you poison
So I roll by and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you know my got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book you you got to get off bricks man

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