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Blunted On Reality (Blunted Interlude)

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(Intro)(*inhales, then coughs*)Ay, nigga pass me the blunt(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)(*inhales and coughing continues*)Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just cipher youknowI`msayin`?(Cip, yo, this is for dolo son (*inhales*)Yo, man, c`mon pass the blunt man (Yo champ, champ, champ)Yo, pass the blunt man (hold it man)Whassup man? (Yo, hold it up, aight, take the fuckin` blunt)Yeah, whassup? (Damn) (*inhales continue*)I ain`t even get charged yet(C`mon man, let`s cip man about the good ol` days man youknowI`msayin`? (yeah)See man, white man tryin` to keep this away from us man youknowI`msayin`? (Uh-hmm)Cause they know when you grab this manyou just be ciphin` knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin` up manThat`s why they want no brothers to be out here man, youknowI`msayin`?That`s why they try to make it illegal man (...you far, you far from reality...)Yo, check this out man, this is, a natural herb man youknowI`msayin`?It makes your body just and your mind just go to another...(Yo, but hold - money you is talkin` too, much)Yo, yo, yo man, yo we just ciphin` man (...talkin` that, pass the motherfuckin` blunt)I know you Latin shit, burn the fuck out (I hate when motherfuckers do that shit)...(Wyclef Jean)Y`all know there`s a lot of emcees but just give my CHANCE ON THE MIC!!Open the, open the, open the, open the, open the, open theAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!Open the safe with no key, it`s easier than battlin` meCause uh-uh, I`ll make you walk like a doggySome say on and on, but they mean ON-ON!!I got tired of that new style - BREAKDOWN!!I have to take it back to the break of dawnWhen Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al CaponeBootleg is sellin` now it`s rap that`s sellin` in the villageBut I`m just privileged to makin` my home from my spiritSo when you hear me it`s the man with the deeper thoughtsAt night I can`t sleep my brain keep movin` like a body on a horseI don`t stand, don`t stand, don`t wife me I construct on bricksSome thoughts it wasn`t until he said: "He sunk my battleship"So hip-hip, load the clip, hip, I miss - DAMN!!I pay my taxes so I won`t mess with SamYa hear the rhyme you stand still, some ask for refillWe move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or realCause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap mealAnd left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no willSo mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chillI got no lawyer so I pleadin` my own appealHow does it feel - when a monkey is your illin a J-A-I-L? I have no time to make bailSaw someone to be macho like fritches that got the lyroSo they had it at bein` a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God knowsYou got caught, between the fire and the hosesYou wanna battle? Bring your MosesForget what fun-what time Mosesand someone goin` down and it ain`t Gastor DouglassCause the roughest with the guy, becomes a pussySo all the bad boy talk, come on cause I`m the nice dog, yeah hawkThrow many fights in fought courts bossNever lost, so toss a nickel and change your courseSay mama say mama say mama say what?(Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill)Some thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from realitySome thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from reality(Lauryn Hill)Aiyyo, huh-huh, ho with the badder that run the (TENT!!)Who walks really for lack of listenin` to the drum-setYou silly nimble bad as to my car don`t put the bassoh on the table test the super lantraYou got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand legsI`m laughin` arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe...Relax and max and drink a Gin on the TechWell their gatin` for another pirate to lose his neck, checkI got a call from Captain Hook in so quickWe used to be partners `fore the clip stole my rapperI had to be right cause you fight like it was a bitchI had to change the rhythmic pattern and make sure it fitSo now when I go and see with sheI thought the pirates through a telescopeand bomb `em like it`s make-believeBlow me my sword I out for my protectionCause I might ship on landin` side and start an insurrectionA pirate had disguised himself as one of my crewBut I saw true and had to shake a him before he got throughHey, hey guy the loot the booty, I formed like a ramI gave an ultimatum and told him he could do timeBut he argued and fought me, he tried to bust rightAnd so I took it upon myself to make the brother walk the plank(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill)Some thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from realitySome thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from reality(Pras)Fo`-to-the-fo`-to-the-fi-fe-comeI smell the blood of an Englishman run sonYa see the man cannot understandThe hammer and the barrel humSo when I get them someone will know where the hell I`m fromCause I`m sprayin` emcees with my mack ten machine gunThe hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bumRum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my snare drumFreak-k-k-k-kin` is the beat of my tum-tumMakin` emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I`ll make them walk like a doggyIt`s like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessyYou can`t write a rhyme without the roots men-mentalityCause ain`t no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skillyto rhyme so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skillyMissed it from a bomber-tacky lackin` all the bumthat get her to a to and fro, I guess they made me boySo can I get the cheers, not the chant from cheersBut the chant from my peers that I know are really down with me (CHEERS!!)Now that I mean those that been since the beginnin`(cause some of y`all cut out when it started rainin`)Now check me at the movies I`m rollin` like Black ManI didn`t need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!!Tell all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friendCause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poisonSo I roll by myself and that I carry my (BIT!!)You wished you stayed around, you know my clip got the (LIP!!)So empty your hooray, your hooray to your hipAnd if your hip`s a book you know you got to get off bricks man(Chorus: Wyclef Jean & Lauryn Hill)Some thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from realitySome thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from realitySome thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from realitySome thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from realitySome thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from realitySome thought we were blunted when we wrote thisCause we were far, from reality

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