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

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

You couldn't go with directions
I make break out like skin infections
From my rap injections

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MC's perish from the shit we deliver
Giver of a to play it like Frank Gifford
with no tools get dealt with from the belt tip
Who else is higher the first to get melted

Exactly, no match, puttin' caps on my raps
Actually, broads naturally, fit
jax, blow styles on the map
Artifacts, back, that shit that niggaz lack

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