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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, this 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, the blunt man (hold it man)
man? (Yo, hold it up, aight, take the fuckin' blunt)
Yeah, (Damn) (*inhales continue*)
I even get charged yet
(C'mon man, let's cip man about the good ol' man youknowI'msayin'? (yeah)
See man, white man tryin' to this away from us man youknowI'msayin'? (Uh-hmm)
Cause they know when you this man
you be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man
why they 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 out man, this is, a natural herb man youknowI'msayin'?
It makes your body just and your mind go to another...
(Yo, but hold - you is talkin' too, much)
Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just man (...talkin' that, pass the motherfuckin' blunt)
I know you Latin shit, the fuck out (I hate 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!!!
the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me
Cause uh-uh, I'll make you 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 in the village
But I'm just privileged to makin' my from my spirit
So when you hear me the man with 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 me I construct 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 mess Sam
Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, some ask for
We move thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real
Cause Buffalo bit battle inside from my rap meal
And left me on a hill-hill, so when I no will
So mama 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 fritches that got the
So they had it at a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God knows
You got caught, between the fire and the
You battle? Bring your Moses
Forget what time Moses
and goin' down and it ain't Gastor Douglass
the roughest with the guy, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many in fought courts boss
Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your
Say mama say mama say say what?

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

(Lauryn Hill)
Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the that 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 all that toe with twenty-thousand legs
I'm laughin' arrogantly as your bleeds hehehehehe...
Relax and max and a Gin on the Tech
their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check
I got a call from Captain in so quick
We to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper
I had to be right cause you fight it was a bitch
I had to change the rhythmic and make sure it fit
So now when I go and see she
I thought the through a telescope
and 'em like it's make-believe
Blow me my I out for my protection
I might ship on landin' side and start an insurrection
A pirate had disguised as one of my crew
But I saw true and had to shake a him before he got
Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I like a ram
I gave an ultimatum and him he could do time
But he and fought me, he tried to bust right
And so I took it upon myself to make the walk the plank

(Chorus: Wyclef & Lauryn Hill)
Some thought we were blunted when we this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote
we were 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 someone will where the hell I'm from
Cause I'm emcees with my mack ten machine gun
The hand that will 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
like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy
You can't a rhyme without the roots men-mentality
Cause no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
to rhyme so dope I made up my own
Missed it a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum
that get her to a to and fro, I they made me boy
So can I get the cheers, not the from cheers
But the chant from my peers that I are really down with me (CHEERS!!)
Now that I those that been since the beginnin'
(cause some of cut out when it started 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 friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend
Cause say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison
So I by myself and that I carry my (BIT!!)
You wished you around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)
So empty your hooray, your 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 blunted we wrote this
Cause we far, from reality
Some we were blunted when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were blunted when we this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were when we wrote this
we were far, from reality
Some thought we were when we wrote this
Cause we were far, reality
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote
Cause we were far, from