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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, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, pass 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 even get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the good ol' days man (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to keep this from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know when you this man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we up man
why they want no brothers to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, this out man, this is, a natural herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your body and your mind just go to another...
(Yo, but hold - money you is too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just ciphin' man (...talkin' that, the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do 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, the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a
Some say on and on, but they ON-ON!!
I got tired of new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I to take 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 my home from my spirit
So when you hear me the man with the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I 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 taxes so I won't with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, some ask for
We move thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Buffalo Bill bit inside from my rap meal
And me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will
So mama should I a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no so I pleadin' my own appeal
How does it - when a monkey is your ill
in a I have no time to make bail
Saw someone to be like fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God
You got caught, between the and the hoses
You wanna battle? your Moses
Forget what fun-what time
and someone goin' down and it Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, becomes a
So all the bad boy talk, on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
many fights in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a and change your course
Say mama say mama say say what?

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

(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the badder 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 the super lantra
You got caught all toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your bleeds hehehehehe...
and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain Hook in so
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 through a
and bomb 'em it's make-believe
Blow me my I out for my protection
Cause I might ship on landin' and start an insurrection
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 the booty, I formed like a ram
I gave an ultimatum and him he could do time
But he argued and fought me, he tried to bust
And so I took it upon to make the brother walk the plank

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

(Pras)

I smell the blood of an run son
Ya see the man cannot
The and the barrel hum
So when I get them will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my 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 make them like a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the
You can't write a rhyme without the men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the
to rhyme so dope I 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 chant 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 some of cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' 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 before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and that I my (BIT!!)
You you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your hooray to hip
And if your a book you know you got to get off bricks man

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