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Blunted On Reality

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, nigga pass me the
(Go get the outta here, oh shit)
(*inhales and continues*)
Ay, pass over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, the blunt man (hold it man)
man? (Yo, hold 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 away us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they when you grab this man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we up man
That's why want 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 natural herb man
It makes your body just and mind just go to another...
(Yo, but - money 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 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, open the, open the, the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk a doggy
say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!!
I got of that new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to it back to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap sellin' in the village
But I'm just privileged to makin' my home my spirit
So when you hear me the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I can't my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse
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, load the clip, hip, I - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I won't with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, ask for refill
We move your so I can see if you for fake or real
Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from 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 my own appeal
How does it feel - when a monkey is 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 bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring your
Forget fun-what time Moses
and goin' down and it ain't Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, becomes a
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, hawk
Throw many fights in fought courts
Never lost, so a nickel and change your course
Say mama say mama say mama say

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

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

Who walks for lack of listenin' to the drum-set
You nimble bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the table test the super
You got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand
I'm laughin' arrogantly as nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Hook in so quick
We to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you fight it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic pattern and sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I the pirates through a telescope
and bomb 'em like make-believe
Blow me my I out for my protection
Cause I ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A had disguised himself 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 like a ram
I an ultimatum 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: Wyclef Jean & Hill)
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
we were far, from reality

(Pras)

I smell the blood of an run son
Ya see the man understand
The hammer and the hum
So when I get them someone will know where the 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 drop of my snare
is the beat of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, make them walk like a doggy
It's like the to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't write a without the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the
to rhyme so I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a 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 from cheers
But the chant from my peers that I know are really down me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that been since the
(cause of y'all cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' like Man
I didn't need Batman, he teamed up with the - EH!!
all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem you poison
So I roll by myself and that I my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your to your hip
And if your hip's a book you know you got to get off man

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