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

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

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

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

Is it or Memorex when I be on deck
Loose from deuces from the neck and then I jet
Etcetera, catch my rap and after that kick
Competitors could rap, but recycle like six-packs
Wack ain't the word for ya, nigga, I never of ya
So turn it down a or two or watch my crew murder ya

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

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

Style so peep the tech, X be the brand seb and
These niggaz from New Jerus is on hand
rhymes, create lines, collaborate
With the DATs and mind state, that your brain cells ache
get dissed in the cut, now they finished
Advantage to the all crews be diminished

You will continue rolling your blunts, in a fashion
Gripping it firmly, yet loosely at the ends, it
In a motion
No cheating, no Easy will be distributed
You will be based to rely your skills on pure

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

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

Morocco Mole MC's can't see me with specs on
Gassed up like getti watch me blow spots like
I'm unfuckwittable Jamal and George Clinton
The Ex-West district politician Gibson

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 to feed 'em fine dishes

We sabotage your entourage a barrage of lyrical cheap shots
At weak spots, sleep not
This spits on MC's like I do beatbox
In my size nine Reeboks, I'm thru ya fuckin' block

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

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

Time, put blunts down
Those of you who have your blunts correctly
May on to a much higher state
Those of you who fucked up get an F in fetal
For ridiculous assholes, and that ridiculous canoe
You got burnin', you back
is the Boom Skwad president signing off
May your blunts stay tight and your red
Good