Blunted Interlude 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