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

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

You go there with directions
I make crews break out skin infections
From my rap lethal

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

Is it live or Memorex when I be on
Loose from deuce deuces from the and then I jet
Etcetera, catch my rap and after that kick
Competitors could rap, but recycle like 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 thats raps are prone
To disassemble only who think they're grown
See, we're the Bricks where tricks hustle for dick
DKNY, MC's think they rhyme be fly

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

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

You will continue your blunts, in a counter-clockwise fashion
Gripping it firmly, yet at the ends, twist it
In a counter-clockwise
No cheating, no Wide will be distributed
You will be based to your skills on pure instinct

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

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
joints that make your thoughts hazy

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

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

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

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

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

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