Paroles officielles de la chanson «Blunted Interlude» : Fugees

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Paroles officielles de la chanson "Blunted Interlude"

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 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?"
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
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
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
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' M C's
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, freakin' is the beat of my tum, tum
Makin' M C's 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 mentality
'Cause ain't no Milli, Vanilli but the kiddy with the skilly
To rhyme so dope, I made up my own vocabulaby, 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
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

 
 


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