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Blunted On Reality

(Intro)
(*inhales, coughs*)
Ay, nigga 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 the blunt 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 get charged yet
(C'mon man, cip man about the good ol' days man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man to keep this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause know when 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 it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)
Yo, check this out man, this is, a natural herb man
It makes your body and your mind just go to another...
(Yo, but - money you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we ciphin' man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I when motherfuckers do that shit)...

(Wyclef Jean)
Y'all know there's a lot of emcees but 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 than me
Cause uh-uh, I'll you walk like a doggy
Some say on and on, but they ON-ON!!
I got of that 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 rap that's sellin' in the village
But I'm just privileged to makin' my home my spirit
So when you hear me it's the man with the thoughts
At night I can't sleep my 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 said: "He my battleship"
So hip-hip, load the clip, hip, I - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I won't mess Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you still, some ask for refill
We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap
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 feel - when a monkey is ill
in a I have no time to make bail
Saw someone to be macho fritches that got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, between the fire and the
You wanna battle? Bring your
Forget what time Moses
and someone goin' down and it Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, hawk
Throw many fights in courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your
Say mama say say mama say what?

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Hill)
Some thought we were when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
thought we were blunted when 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 listenin' to the
You nimble bad as to my car don't put the bass
oh on the test the super lantra
You got caught all toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as 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 from Captain 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 rhythmic and make sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I the pirates through a telescope
and 'em like it's make-believe
Blow me my sword I out for my
Cause I ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised himself as one of my
But I saw true and had to 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 & Lauryn Hill)
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

(Pras)

I the blood of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man cannot
The hammer and the 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 drop of my snare
Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk a doggy
It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the
You can't write a without the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the with the skilly
to rhyme so dope I 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 from
But the chant from my peers that I know are down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those been since the beginnin'
(cause of y'all cut out when it started rainin')
Now check me at the I'm rollin' 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 friend before wanna dem bring you
So I roll by myself and I carry my (BIT!!)
You you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your hooray to hip
And if your hip's a book you know you got to get off man

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