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Blunted On Reality

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, nigga pass me the
(Go get the fuck here, oh shit)
(*inhales and continues*)
Ay, pass this over 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 even get 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 know when you this man
you be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why they want no to be out here man, youknowI'msayin'?
That's why they try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far reality...)
Yo, check out man, this is, a natural herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your body just and your just go to another...
(Yo, but - money you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just ciphin' man (...talkin' that, pass the blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I when motherfuckers do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all know a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, open the, open the, open the, open the, the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe with no key, it's easier 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 new style - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to take it back to the of dawn
When Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's in the village
But I'm privileged to makin' my home from my spirit
So when you me it's the man with the deeper thoughts
At I can't sleep 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 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 won't mess Sam
Ya hear the you stand still, some ask for refill
We your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal
And me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will
So should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I 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 macho like that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their go, only God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? your Moses
Forget what fun-what Moses
and someone goin' down and it ain't Gastor
Cause the roughest the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah
many fights in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a and change your course
Say mama say mama say mama say

(Chorus: Wyclef and Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted we wrote 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 the badder 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 lantra
You got caught all that toe twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and a Gin on the Tech
Well their gatin' for another pirate to his neck, check
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 pattern and make it fit
So now I go and see with she
I the pirates through a telescope
and bomb 'em it's make-believe
Blow me my I out for my protection
I might ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A had disguised himself as one of my crew
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 told him he could do
But he argued and me, he tried to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to make the walk the plank

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

(Pras)

I the blood of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot
The hammer and the hum
So when I get them someone will 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
Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my snare
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the of my tum-tum
Makin' walk 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
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the
to so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it from a lackin' 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 that I know are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now I mean those that been since the beginnin'
(cause some of y'all cut out when it 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 your friend-friend, watch all your
Cause some say are your before wanna dem bring you poison
So I roll by myself and I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you know my got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your hooray to hip
And if hip's a book you know you got to get off bricks man

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