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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, this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI'msayin'?
(Cip, yo, is for dolo son (*inhales*)
Yo, man, c'mon the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)
Yo, the blunt man (hold it man)
Whassup man? (Yo, it up, aight, take 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, white man tryin' to keep this away from us man (Uh-hmm)
Cause know when you grab this man
you just be ciphin' man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
That's why they want no brothers to be out here man,
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 your body just 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!!!
the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll you walk like a doggy
Some say on and on, but they ON-ON!!
I got tired of that new - BREAKDOWN!!
I have to it back to the break of dawn
When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al was Al Capone
Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the
But I'm just privileged to makin' my home from my
So when you hear me it's the man with the thoughts
At night I can't sleep my brain keep like a body on a horse
I don't stand, don't stand, don't me I construct on bricks
Some thoughts it wasn't until he "He sunk my battleship"
So hip-hip, the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!
I pay my taxes so I mess with Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, some ask for
We your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I no will
So mama should I kill a man Cypress Hill, chill
I got no lawyer so I my own appeal
How does it feel - a monkey is your ill
in a J-A-I-L? I have no time to make
Saw someone to be macho like fritches got the lyro
So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their go, only God knows
You got caught, between the and the hoses
You battle? Bring your Moses
Forget fun-what time Moses
and goin' down and it ain't Gastor Douglass
Cause the roughest with the guy, becomes a
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, hawk
many fights in fought courts boss
Never lost, so a nickel and change your course
Say say mama say mama say what?

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

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

Who walks really for lack of to the drum-set
You silly nimble bad as to my car don't put the
oh on the table test the super
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 used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my
I had to be right cause you fight like it was a
I had to change the rhythmic pattern and sure it fit
So now I go and see with she
I thought the through a telescope
and bomb 'em it's make-believe
me my sword I out for my protection
Cause I might ship on landin' side and start an
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 ultimatum and told him he could do
But he argued and fought me, he tried to right
And so I took it myself to make the brother walk the plank

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

(Pras)

I the blood of an Englishman run son
Ya see the man understand
The and the barrel hum
So when I get them someone will know where the hell I'm
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 drum
is the beat of my tum-tum
Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them like a doggy
It's like the to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't write a without the roots men-mentality
Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the with the skilly
to so dope 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 chant cheers
But the chant from my peers that I know are really with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I mean those that been the beginnin'
(cause some of y'all cut out when it rainin')
Now check me at the movies I'm rollin' 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 friend before wanna dem 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 you know you got to get off bricks man

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