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Blunted On Reality

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, pass me the blunt
(Go get the outta 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, c'mon pass the man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, pass the man (hold it man)
Whassup man? (Yo, hold it up, aight, the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I even get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, man tryin' to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know you grab this man
you just be ciphin' knowledge man, 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 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 - money you is talkin' 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 motherfuckers do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all know there's a lot of but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!
Open the, the, open the, open the, open the, open the
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!
Open the safe with no key, easier than battlin' me
uh-uh, I'll make 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 to the break of dawn
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 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 my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on
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 you stand still, some ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for or real
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no
So should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I my own appeal
How does it feel - 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 had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, the fire and the hoses
You wanna Bring your Moses
Forget what time Moses
and someone goin' 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 dog, yeah hawk
Throw fights in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your
Say mama say mama say mama say

(Chorus: Jean and Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted when we 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 caught all toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and drink a Gin on the
their gatin' for another pirate to lose 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 cause you fight like it was a bitch
I had to change the pattern and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the pirates a telescope
and bomb 'em it's make-believe
Blow me my I out for my protection
Cause I might ship on landin' side and an insurrection
A pirate had disguised himself as one of my
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 me, he tried to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to the brother walk the plank

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

(Pras)

I smell the of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot
The and the barrel hum
So I get them someone will know where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten 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' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk a doggy
It's the blunt 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 the skilly
to rhyme so dope I made up my own
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 those that been since the beginnin'
(cause some of y'all cut out when it rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm like Black Man
I need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!!
Tell all 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 wished you stayed around, you my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty hooray, your hooray to your hip
And if your hip's a book you you got to get off bricks man

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