Blunted On Reality

[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
Word is bond, you get wrong, i'll have you sing like louis armstrong
And i say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the fuck was so wonderful bout pickin cotton -- on a farm?
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops?
Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one-
-you-slept-on-a-kid-from-the-boondocks
Out of hooterville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg viking so you know i'm top ranking phil
Some say newcomer like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause i've been rockin ever since eighty-three
When i used to rock my pumas
Rap, narcotic psychotic so hear the sentencin
One out of ten, i'm passin the mic next time i'll get wicked
Heard the man who went before, got intimated
You tried to gas me up, too much gas, you got intoxicated
You wasn't ready for the real'n, dealin, chillin
Wyclef, no competition when i'm bringin pure death
I'm jumpin like a monkey to get mines off
A-from a caterpillar, to the mic moth

(the nappy heads are comin out)
Teacher teacher check my grades (the nappy heads are comin out)
I coulda sworn i had an a (the nappy heads are comin out)
I grab the mic in a rage...

[pras]
You put, one and one together now you think you a rapper
Baseball cap backward, forearms swingin like a hip-hopper
You do the rhyme, thinkin no one can stop ya
I be the followin that chop ya down as i clock ya, hah
When i say five-oh, i mean fifty not guns or cops
Now here's the heavyweight knocker, the freedom fighter
Natural rhythm rock a mic i always rhyme i'm never drinkin vodka
Any old style, i throw it in a locker

[lauryn hill]
Well i'm a gucci rocker, i never drank no vodka
Me got no bag of cheeba cause i never had a knocker
My cousin's name was shaka, for short we called him 'aka
I flip it on wack mc's because to me they flow like caca

[pras]
You boogie move the groove, nothing to prove you lose
Your style remind of yesterday, old news
Sad sung blues who's, chose the one to feel the pain
Or bring the cane, tick-tock i come to pick your lock
It's not for capital gain
So watch out for the remain, or cry from bloodstain
Bustin nuts, bustin style
Gettin buckwild some think i'm the descendant of a wilder child
Comin on the mic, from a higher level
Broke is no joke/choke the hell out of the devil

[wyclef]
(the nappy heads are comin out)
What about martin? (the nappy heads are comin out)
What about malcolm? (the nappy heads are comin out)
Rosa parks? (the nappy heads are comin out)
You hung a man after dark (the nappy heads are comin out)
Cease the violence! (the nappy heads are comin out)

Yo who got the power, to make a man raise from the dead?
Some said that it was jesus, they said he was a notty dread
But i don't mean to confuse a world that's confused
Mind's atomic, so like a bomb, let me drop it
Can't get too deep, cause some sleep while i wake
In a dream that's made of wine but let me bring it back to grapes
Teacher, explain the parable, it's simple:
It's easier for the camel to go through the eye of a needle
Than for you to enter the kingdom, or battle
And walk away, with the title when i get, brutal
Feelings are mutual so sign your life, to prudential
Don't even flinch, the other becomin spiritual
There's six million ways to die but choose four
Cause i can still be in the desert buttnaked and be hardcore!

[lauryn hill]
When ? checks that means pump your fist
Remember moses people, this is exodus
Don't try to stop this, the force comes from genesis
Them who did us wrong, ask the lord for forgiveness
The man got a drum, made the land of the dumb
We droppin the bass drum, then we ??
You can't kill the battle with a ?? .. feeling joshua
So march to st. lawrence
Yo march i got your back, march!

[wyclef]
Crown heights (the nappy heads are comin out)
Cease the violence (the nappy heads are comin out)
A moment of silence (the nappy heads are comin out)
For those who died (the nappy heads are comin out)
Public enemy (the nappy heads are comin out)
Number one (the nappy heads are comin out)
Fredric douglass (the nappy heads are comin out)
Harriet tubman (the nappy heads are comin out)
?? (the nappy heads are comin out)
Bob marley (the nappy heads are comin out)
Prazwell (the nappy heads are comin out)
To my man khalid (the nappy heads are comin out)

[lauryn hill]
Now, speak of resistance, we're nappy heads
Rhymes, kinks, braids and dreads
The mother of creation, epitome of creativity, yeah
And keep your heads nappy

* the album was reissued with the remix included

(wyclef) yo mona lisa, could i get a date on friday?
And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, fugee comin around the way

(wyclef) yo, hey nappy head
(lauryn) yo whashup?
(wyclef) whatchu got there?
(lauryn) hah, i got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
(wyclef) worrrrrd?

A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all

Verse one: wyclef

You wanna battle swing i bring commanding men like i was king
In all your dreams i write the horror flick of stephen king
Cling to false also those papers say ock
I got tired of the fat lady so i sing to my own opera
Ba-lang-balang-balang-to-de-man-de-rock-cause i love thee
If you live by the sword you will be die by the gun
Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it
I was ordered to code red, but now i'm chillin with a few good men
Assassination on the kid from the capitol
I never play the soap opera but now i'm a general hospital
Condition critical, spirit over who's the physical
So if i die, catch me at the funeral
I'll fly away, ohh glory
With a mic in my hand to a land where only god knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said i'm lookin for jesus, he said take the escalator
One flight up, is guaranteed you'll be there
My sister'd be there, my mother'd be there
So, mona lisa, could i get a date on friday?
And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, fugee comin around de way

Verse two: lauryn hill

I don't puff blunts so i always got my breath
Never had to battle with a bullet proof vest
They call me cock-weasel but i, still cave a chest
I don't wear jheri curls cause i'm nah from the west
No disrespect to the west, true indeed
I rock it to the east, the east is the seed
To see that them days back, yo sheepskins and hot tracks
Peace to mr. magic, things are getting tragic
Now we on some new stuff, i never feared the ku kluk
My own clan is actin up, i blame it on the phillie blunt
Whatcha gonna do, kids are acting oooohhhh
Hill is gettin fed up, yo where's the coporate at
A mister three piece suit
Check the square roots, girbauds and timberland boots
Nahhhh that's the serpents, and know them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand full of nappy roots
I feel a jones' comin down, yo i...
(i got the slang to make the chitty-bang-bang
A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy head bang)
No i, got hte slang to make the chitty-bang-bang
A-rid-dang-de-dang, the nappy heads bang

(yo mona lisa, could i get a date on friday
And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind taking
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse, fugee comin round de way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!)

Verse three: prazwell, wyclef

Hey yo a battle is a battle but a battle's not a battle
If it'sssssssssss snake doesn't rattle
Cause my style's as old as a reptile
As slick as a new nile, as new as a new child
So come follow me to the land of abraham
This land's your land, this land's my land
The blacker the black man, the better the next man
(yo some nappy heads need to check they necks for red)

Ihhhh, feel injection
Put the needle to your skin feel reality's heroin
You maintain to put a negro in pain you used to diss me
"oh you wanna hang with old eddie kane?" (the five heartbeats)
Ain't nuttin wrong, snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, i'll have you sing like louis armstrong
And i say to myself, what a wonderful world
But what the hell was so wonderful bout cotton in the farm
Mr. slaaaaaave maaaaan!
The harder they come, the harder they fall, so come one come all
Don't stall or i'ma stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors locked stop drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid from the boondocks
Out of motorville land of the ill kill
Bellsburg viking so you know i'm top ranking phil
Some say who coming like like the yuma but save the rumor
Cause i've been rockin ever since eighty-two
When i used to rock my pumas...

A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all (4x)

Yo mona lisa, could i get a date on friday
And if you're busy, i wouldn't mind taking

Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up de posse fugee comin around de way
Ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Nappy heads in the zone and we're not goin home!
(repeat 2x)

I wear my sunglasses at night
To spy on my girlfriend that's right
They dancin romancin freakin at night!
Yes yes yes a yes yes y'all
(repeat 2x)

Mona lisa...
...nappy heads in the zone and we not goin home!

A cheeba cheeba y'all, well i'm a libra y'all (4x)
And to the beat y'all, and to the beat y'all, come on everybody (to fade)

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.
Make no mistake that the buzz is a natural high.
I said it's big emergency mind your busy body
He hit me. i broke his nose. the referee's mr fuji.
So hey to the blue jay, mocking bird don't mock.
The last bird who mocked he got caught in my roughneck chicken pot.
So mr rooster give me a crookedy croo at 6am
He looked at me a laughin' said my music would make f.m.
Station. you're haitian. you'll never get nowhere.
But i sweared on my grandmother grave we'd be here.
So now when i back track
I back track far enough to make a nigga run and leave his tongue back.
You think i'm cool i think you're cruel so here's a shell cap.
On your gluteus maximus and leave ya handicapped.
Ratatatat.

Chorus

Hoboes above leave the boat for the pope (?) (x3)
Boat people here we go hi de hi de hi de ho yeah
Some quest for the truth, some bust a loop.
And search for some knowledge that come runnin' in the woods.
And if i should a choose to be one
Then i will be a ???? hoodin' with books and look to kill.
My proof is in my puddin'
If i chill in the hood would you be say that i'm hoodin'?
Now. let me exercise a new style that will brutalise
Mcs into a warpath genocide.
Nobody move, nobody get hurt. it's a homocide
So jump jump punks ready to get stuck.
Evil kenevil was my man, someone for the stunts.
I'm mostly fillies, i'm just straight up front, ha.
Meat ya tryin' to light up you get blast like nitrogen.
Runnin' for mercy, runnin' for oxygen.
Bad l.a. meat you're better off comittin' suicide.
I shoot the lip so high i strip you of your carbon dioxide
Rock-a-bye the lullaby he be singin' 'oh my'.
Boof baff another son a go die.

What's the matter with the black man? (black man) (x2)
Now a statistic. so dreams of her become realistic.
Poor bastard gets mystic i don't believe you checked the psychic
Emancipate your mind. don't set the limit. reach the summit.
Free your spirit 'cause your blunted
From the lyrics i just stuttered.
'live off the streets' says the brother with the machete.
'live off the lady' says the brother with the glock in patrol.
I live logically, no weak slave to poverty.
You see it's very easy to slip between the asphalt sheet.
Brothers from my way they used to get mad plays.
Till they caught us bustin' doughnuts 'til the break of day.
Brother, my brother, you played me undercover.
She wouldn't be your lover so now you tried to dis her
For sister. you missed her but ask yourself a question.
Can i make a suggestion? i need a true confession.
Is she skivs 'cause the skin that she's in makes you sin?
Does you hit her just to get her integrate another sister?
Mister. i asked him for a hanky. he asked if he could spank me.
So why'd you disrespect me, sir?
Were you thinking i'm misguided or were you tryin to hide it
That you had no father figure.
Which? check out your wackness. it won't distrust my blackness.
I wonder for a smack, but don't think that it would help this.

What's the matter with the black man (black man)

All original gunman dem original good (bahahahahahahaha) (x2)

Come jackin' it up an' i bad an' me fell in ma booby trap
With a rappin' up for the eight track play back laid back sit back
An i'll ???? an me runnin' ???? as a matter a fact
'cause i trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. woah!

United we stand, divided we crumble.
What's the flavour? more babylon, more babylon, more babylon fall (x2)

These days every man want to be a god.
Lay down the gun every man on the floor.
But the real gunman him not play hollywood role.
Because he pull out his gun and send another boy down.
Watch us bleed. another gunman go bleed.
Watch us bleed. if i used up all my dust i got ????
Watch us bleed. me up an' comin' ready.
Watch us bleed. watch us for original tranzlator crew.
Oh, er, every time we come, we come correct, see.
We out.

[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.
Hey yo people you're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You get caught in the terra asside em and ga morro
Father, forgeive him for he know not what he done
When the bum search for drums, the son search for condoms
He seek no, with his ring but with his head
That leave many dead in hospital beds; now you and death are newlyweds
So before i enter the tunnel i step back and shake it
Is it world the death or better life in a casket
Destuction of the flesh, new reporter wasn't coming
The devil cursed him cause he couldn't follow 10 commandments

Hook
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You open up your eyes and them was ga marrow. woo!
Living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
You're living like there ain't no tomorrow
Open up your eyes.

I called up the vp, she told me she was busy watching tv with roxy
I told her i was coming, she said that ain't necessary
Three's a crowd, so what's the philosophy?
Another girl trying to take my girl away from me, easy
Fuck the door, i jumped through the window
Somewhere over the rainbow
Paranable and the bitch still in my home
Stick stick in your socket, i sacrifice you like a live rabbit
Fatal attraction the coffin's the cabinet
Cause in the 90's girls got dicks
So keep the light on and make sure that the chick don't that back
She said that she did it with some girl named lisa
I said what's the boot yo, she pulled the camcorder
Bust it, so what's the charge, you called me a womanizor?
I tried to say sorrym she said say sorry for taquisha.
Chairs come flying my way like balls at basketball practice.
Call the priest cause she's turning to the exorcist
She kicked me out cause she was paying for the apartment
That's real, you got no girl, if you got no money to spend
But she had loved me for my mind and my poetic skills
But bow i'm checking magazings and getting cheap thrills
Asking myself when will it end?
Cause when it came to sex, my hand was my best friends

Hook (replace you're with i'm and me)

I had a cousin like a brother
He tried to play me undercover
He said i didn't bang her
But the girl was his secret lover
But i played stupid like my brain had no minerals
It's so hard to say good-bye we singing at the funeral
Girls smash it up easy, when they know they got the bugsy
He used to sleep alone, but now he's riding mrs. daisy
You say all my business my life's my life my knife's my knife
So i be the lion that guards the trife
But at the party, i still move my waistline
A girl approached me and asked me for the time
I said; no disrespect, but check the watch on your wrist
And if you're looking for a hit check charles bronson from death wish
Then all of a sudden her man pushed me from the back
I turned out real cool- i said why did you do that?
The name is clef, clef bon
Then mark my word that i'm-a break your fucking arm
Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size
Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5
Point it to your nose
Now your blood turns to snow.

Hook
Yeah, word is born