Blunted Interlude by Fugees
Y'all know there's a lot of M C's
But just give my chance on the mic
Open the, open the, open the
Open the, open the, open the, aah
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 battleshipâ€
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?"
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
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, 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
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