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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 just cipher
(Cip, yo, is for dolo son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, pass the blunt 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 even get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the good ol' man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to keep this away from us man (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know when you grab man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, as we buildin' up man
That's why want 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 your body just and your mind go to another...
(Yo, but hold - money you is too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all know there's a lot of but just 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
Cause uh-uh, I'll 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 Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the
But I'm just to makin' my home from my spirit
So you hear me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain keep like a body on a horse
I stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on bricks
Some thoughts it wasn't until he "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, load the clip, hip, I - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I mess with Sam
Ya hear the you stand still, some ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no
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 is your ill
in a I have no time to make bail
Saw someone to be macho fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, between the and the hoses
You battle? Bring your Moses
Forget what time Moses
and someone goin' down and it ain't Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah
Throw many fights in fought boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and your course
Say mama say mama say say what?

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

(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 table test the super
You got caught all that toe twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your nostril hehehehehe...
Relax and max and drink a Gin on the
Well gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a from Captain Hook in so quick
We used to be partners the clip stole my rapper
I had to be cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic pattern and sure it fit
So now when I go and see she
I thought the pirates a telescope
and bomb 'em like it's
Blow me my I out for my protection
Cause I might on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised himself as one of my
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 ultimatum and him he could do time
But he and fought me, he tried to bust right
And so I took it upon to make the brother walk the plank

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

(Pras)

I the blood of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot
The hammer and the hum
So when I get someone will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my ten machine gun
The hand rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my snare
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy
It's like the to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
to so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
it from 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 chant from my peers that I know are really with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that since the beginnin'
(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!!
Tell all friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause some say are your 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 your hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book you you got to get off bricks man

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