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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 cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, this is for son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, pass the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the man (hold it man)
Whassup (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, man tryin' to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know when you this man
you be ciphin' 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 it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check 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 man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
know 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 no key, it's easier than 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 that new - BREAKDOWN!!
I to take 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 my home from my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man with the 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
Some it wasn't until he said: "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!
I pay my so I won't mess with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or
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 so I pleadin' my own appeal
How it feel - when a monkey is your ill
in a I have no time to make bail
Saw someone to be macho like fritches got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God
You got caught, between the fire and the
You wanna battle? your Moses
what fun-what time Moses
and someone goin' down and it ain't Gastor
the roughest with the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on I'm the nice 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 Jean and Hill)
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality

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

Who walks really for lack of to the drum-set
You silly nimble bad as to my car 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 nostril hehehehehe...
and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck,
I got a call from Hook in so quick
We used to be 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the pattern and make sure it fit
So now when I go and see she
I thought the through a telescope
and bomb 'em like it's
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 and had to shake 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 fought me, he to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to the brother walk the plank

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Hill)
thought 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

(Pras)

I smell the 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 that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the of my snare drum
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my
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 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 a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum
that get her to a to and fro, I guess they me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the from cheers
But the chant from my that I know are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that been the beginnin'
(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!!
Tell all your friend-friend, watch all friend-friend
Cause some say are your before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you 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 & Lauryn Hill)
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted when we this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
we were far, from reality