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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 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, 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, white man tryin' to this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know you grab this man
you just be ciphin' 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 make it man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a natural herb man
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 ciphin' man (...talkin' that, pass the blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when 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 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 have to it back to the break of dawn
Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the
But I'm privileged to makin' my home from my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man the deeper thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain 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, load the clip, hip, I - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I won't with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you still, some ask for refill
We move your so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside my rap meal
And me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will
So mama I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own
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 bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You wanna battle? Bring Moses
what fun-what time Moses
and goin' down and it ain't Gastor 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 courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your
Say mama say mama say mama say

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

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

Who walks really for lack of listenin' to the
You silly nimble bad as to my car don't put the
oh on the test the super lantra
You got caught all that toe with legs
I'm laughin' as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
and max and drink a Gin on the Tech
Well their for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call Captain Hook in so quick
We used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my
I had to be cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to the rhythmic pattern and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the pirates a telescope
and bomb 'em like 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 before he got
Hey, hey guy the the booty, I formed like a ram
I gave an and told him he could do time
But he argued and fought me, he tried to bust
And so I it upon myself to make the brother walk the plank

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

(Pras)

I smell the 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' emcees with my ten machine gun
The that 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 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 roots
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the
to rhyme so I made up my own vocabulab-skilly
Missed it a bomber-tacky 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 with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean that been since the beginnin'
(cause some of cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the I'm rollin' like 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 friend before dem bring you poison
So I by myself and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you stayed around, you my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book you know you got to get off 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 were far, from
Some thought we were blunted we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted we wrote 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 were far, reality