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As we embark, on Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314
For those of you needing a
Please turn your textbooks to page
As you will notice the diagram you
Please follow it's to a T, do not make an error
For those of you further reference
You may, purchase the Redman album, the one
Listen to the song "How to a blunt"
But then, you shall learn

I use my Colt 45 to down your old english
By the time that I'm finished I peel the off six Guinness
Skwad Training me to peep a sucker's weakness, like
Telling your secrets, or kicking it to freakses

You couldn't go there directions
I crews break out like skin infections
From my rap lethal

Hoes get caught up in my web flies
One look at my red
Tricks jump into back like Jedis
Black little rascal dissin' dips at White
Got love doctors baffled why bitches ride me a saddle

Is it live or when I be on deck
from deuce deuces from the neck and then I jet
Etcetera, catch my rap and after kick back
Competitors could rap, but they recycle six-packs
Wack the word for ya, nigga, I never heard of ya
So it down a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya

Yo, hold the phone, tone niggaz like thats raps are
To disassemble members only who they're grown
See, we're from the Bricks where hustle for dick
DKNY, MC's think rhyme styles be fly

I witness that, we bring the crispiness
Exquisite, prolific, the two that the gifted
Or uncanny, school the days who misbehave
their handy, MC's wreckin' niggaz with the dandy

Style so the tech, X be the brand called seb and
niggaz from New Jerus is next on hand
Formulate rhymes, lines, collaborate
the DATs and mind state, that makes your brain cells ache
Niggaz get in the cut, now they finished
Advantage to the victor all be diminished

You will continue rolling your blunts, in a counter-clockwise
Gripping it firmly, yet loosely at the ends, it
In a counter-clockwise
No cheating, no Easy Wide will be
You will be based to rely your on pure instinct

Tame One be rockin' on cloud nine with rhymes that frequent
Peep how when I speak I sequins
Henceforth I piss MC's off often, I'm the boss
my blunts dipped in secret sauce

B-ball treats, on treats like neats rapper that's fleet
Step on with my hollow tip cleats
Past the rumors, that, the Artifacts got that's crazy
Makin' joints that make your thoughts

Morocco Mole MC's see me with they specs on
Gassed up like getti watch me blow spots like
I'm unfuckwittable like Jamal and Clinton
The Ex-West district politician like

those who missin' blows, kick shit to program
A jammer by the mental blow's manner
Vicious, with the Vinyl fuck bitches
Who got dreams and wishes for niggaz to feed 'em fine

We sabotage your entourage with a barrage of lyrical shots
At your weak spots, not
This style spits on like I do beatbox
In my nine Reeboks, I'm cummin' thru ya fuckin' block

MC's perish from the that we deliver
Giver of a script to it like Frank Gifford
Fools with no tools get dealt with from the tip
Who else is from the first to get melted

Exactly, no match, puttin' caps on my raps
Actually, ain't naturally, fit
jax, blow styles on the map
Artifacts, bringin' back, that shit that lack

Time, put blunts down
of you who have rolled your blunts correctly
May pass on to a much state
Those of you who fucked up get an F in blunt
For those ridiculous assholes, and that ridiculous
You got burnin', you stay
This is the Boom Skwad signing off
May your blunts stay tight and eyes red
Good