Blunted On Reality (Blunted Interlude)

(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 man You just be ciphin' knowledge man, knowledge as we buildin' up man That'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 the AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! Open the safe with no key, it's easier than battlin' me Cause uh-uh, I'll make you walk like a doggy Some 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 dawn When Melle Mel was Melle Mel and Al Capone was Al Capone Bootleg is sellin' now it's rap that's sellin' in the village But I'm just privileged to makin' my home from my spirit So when you hear me it's the man with the deeper thoughts At night I can't sleep my brain keep movin' like a body on a horse I don't stand, don't stand, don't wife me I construct on bricks Some 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 Sam Ya hear the rhyme you stand still, some ask for refill We move your thoughts so I can see if you for fake or real Cause Buffalo Bill bit battle inside from my rap meal And left me on a hill-hill, so when I battle no will So mama should I kill a man like Cypress Hill, chill I got no lawyer so I pleadin' my own appeal How does it feel - when a monkey is your ill In a J-A-I-L? I have no time to make bail Saw someone to be macho like bitches that got the lyro So they had it at bein' a heroes, where did their bodies go, only God knows You got caught, between the fire and the hoses You wanna battle? Bring your Moses Forget what fun-what time Moses And someone goin' down and it ain't Buster Douglass Cause the roughest with the gun, becomes a pussy So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk Throw many fights in fought courts boss Never lost, so toss a nickel and change your course Say mama say mama say mama say what? (Chorus: Wyclef Jean and Lauryn Hill) Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality (Lauryn Hill) Aiyyo, huh-huh-hum with the bottle of rum and tip Who walks really for lack of listenin' to the drum-set You silly nimble bad as to my car don't put the bass Oh on the table test coming at ya You got caught all that toe with twenty-thousand legs I'm laughin' arrogantly as your nostril bleeds hehehehehe... Relax and max and drink a Gin on the Tech Well their gatin' for another pirate to lose his neck, check I got a call from Captain Hook in so quick We used to be partners 'fore the clip stole my rapper I had to be right cause you fight like it was a bitch I had to change the rhythmic pattern and make sure it fit So now when I go and see with she I thought the pirates through a telescope And bomb 'em like it's make-believe Throw me my sword I out for my protection Cause I might ship on landin' side and start an insurrection A pirate had disguised himself as one of my crew But I start shooting and had him shaking before he got through Hey, hey guy the loot the booty, I formed like a ram I gave an ultimatum and told him he could do time But he argued and fought me, he tried to bust right And 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 this Cause we were far, from reality Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality (Pras) Fo'-to-the-fo'-to-the-fi-fe-come I smell the blood of an Englishman run son Ya see the man cannot understand The hammer and the barrel hum So when I get them someone will know where the hell I'm from Cause I'm sprayin' emcees with my mack ten machine gun The hand that rocks will be the hand of the gun bum Rum-pum-pum-pum-pum is the drop of my snare drum Freak-k-k-k-kin' is the beat of my tum-tum Makin' emcees walk like a doggy, hah-hah, I'll make them walk like a doggy It's like the blunt to the phillie, the ganja to the sessy You can't write a rhyme without the roots men-mentality Cause ain't no milli-vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly To rhyme so dope I made up my own vocabulab-skilly Missed it from a bomber-tacky lackin' all the bum That get her to a to and fro, I guess they made me boy So can I get the cheers, not the chant from cheers But 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 Man I didn't need Batman, he teamed up with the favourite - EH!! Tell all your friend-friend, watch all your friend-friend Cause some say are your friend before wanna dem bring you poison So 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 hip And 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 this Cause we were far, from reality Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality