Blunted On Reality Lyrics - The Fugees

Blunted On Reality Lyrics 

Fugees 

(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 fritches 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 Gastor Douglass 

Cause the roughest with the guy, 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, ho with the badder that run the (TENT!!) 

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 the super lantra 

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 

Blow 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 saw true and had to shake a him 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