Blunted On Reality lyrics

(Wyclef responding to an overlord voice)

THE YEAR
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
THE MAN
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized
THE MISSION
To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world
that just keeps folding
THE GROUP
I don't know...
WHO IS THE GROUP
Tran...Tranzlators!!

(Lauryn Hill)

What can make a mighty man run

[Wyclef]
Why am I trapped in a cage (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Barber can I get a fade (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I grab the mic in a RAGE...

You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane (+The Five Heartbeats+)
Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song

And when you feelin down.. recharge!

[Wyclef]
Now and, forevers, them emperors, are nova
The lovin, the huggin, will never be over

[Pras]
Back up back up boy, don't get me started
Still the MC, hit the target, you get bombarded yeah
Affect the minds, let the blind evaporate
Let me elaborate, ohhhhh nooooooo (it's too late)
Push the button, cause I'ma get

[wyclef]
Uh-huh, uh-huh...

[(wyclef - singing) {wyclef in brackets} lauryn singing in parentheses]
Vocab, on your mind! {we used to rock the mics in the park!} (vocab)
Vocab, in your mind! {we used to rock the mic after dark} (vocab)
The vocab we bring is blunted on reality! {we used to rock the mics in the
Park!}
(vocab)
So kick back, relax, with a crew called refugees {we used to rock the mic

(Wyclef Jean)
I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees
But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company
They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better
Some write forward, some write backward
I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo
With a verse that's worse than the last one

(Intro/Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
Delivered straight from the temple
Hip-hop ya don't stop
One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, ROCK!!

(Lauryn Hill)
Well as an infant I was born into religion
My mother called me back - this brother she forgot to mention
Was just one baptist - me! The stories o' God sent
His only forgotten sooonnn who gave his life
to make sure that I would have one

(Mad Spider)
Wait a second, draw back, ban this here I come
Stick this business, stock me up, they took me coat with a stun gun
On a Sunday, a bloody Sunday, so what's the resume
Heads got felt in the force I heard a Milky Way
I caught a heart attack when I heard my cousin ()
In Avenue D. in Brooklyn New York City
ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey

[Lauryn Hill]

AhhhhhH!
Check the crippled man, sittin in the church
My conscience hurts, flesh like me hits the dirt
She's paralyzed from her feet to her thighs
And the man who pulled the trigger didn't even lose his necktie
Hi/I check Jimmy cuttin hair at the barbershop
He plays the bass guitar, like David plays the harp
His knowledge name is Greek, cause whenever he speaks

(Pras)
Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs
It's me, why you wanna pimp with today
Two made from the boy, yeah
Now, helpless, he's tryin' cause he full of giggles
You gonna need more than an iron to stretch out ya wrinkles
You startin' so ordinary, and me, map me out for sprinkler
You got the fever for the flavor for the giggles

(Intro: Wyclef Jean)
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there
to just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant
Put up your hands youknowhatI'msayin'
I'ma start this shit off like this, this time around

(Chorus: Wyclef Jean)
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah

[Wyclef Jean]
Yo check it out. This is the boy Wyclef from Tranzlators, I'm coming from the
Booga Basement with a roots drink in my hands. So put the Rotts tonics in the
air, yeah cause I'm-a start this one off like THIS. Cause niggaz are living
like there ain't no tomorrow. I nuked this on the S900 cause I couldn't fford
a 1100. I'm-a start this one a little something like this. Here we go.

[Wyclef]
Why am I trapped in a cage (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Barber can I get a fade (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
Teacher teacher check my grades (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT)
I grab the mic in a RAGE...

You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
You sure you wanna hang with old Eddie Kane (+The Five Heartbeats+)
Ain't nuttin wrong, so snap your head to the song

[wyclef]
Uh-huh, uh-huh...

[(wyclef - singing) {wyclef in brackets} lauryn singing in parentheses]
Vocab, on your mind! {we used to rock the mics in the park!} (vocab)
Vocab, in your mind! {we used to rock the mic after dark} (vocab)
The vocab we bring is blunted on reality! {we used to rock the mics in the
Park!}
(vocab)
So kick back, relax, with a crew called refugees {we used to rock the mic

(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)

(Pras)

Aiyyo, somethin' funny, somethin' got you caught up in digs

It's me, why you wanna pimp with today?

Two made from the boy, yeah

Now, helpless, he's tryin' cause he full of giggles
You gonna need more than an iron to stretch out ya wrinkles

You startin' so ordinary, and me, map me out for sprinkler

You got the fever for the flavor for the giggles

Chorus
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
You got the vocab
You know I got the vocab
You got the vocab
I got the vocab
Hey, yo pass the mic so I can tell 'em I got the gift o' gab

Monkey see, monkey what? Monkey, monkey be yourself. (x3)
Hey yo catch me when I'm sober, but now I drink for the belt.
So pass the root straight to the right hand side.

(Intro/Chorus: Wyclef Jean)

Delivered straight from the temple

Hip-hop ya don't stop

One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, ROCK!!

(Lauryn Hill)

Well as an infant I was born into religion

My mother called me back - this brother she forgot to mention

Was just one baptist - me! The stories o' God sent

His only forgotten sooonnn who gave his life

f/ Mad Spider

(Wyclef Jean)

I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand emcees

But how are you gonna tell the real I bust from these fo' knees
Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company

They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they ready to battle better

Some write forward, some write backward

I wait for them to get the cheeba-ganja then reverse yo