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As we embark, on Boom blunt rolling technique, 314
For those of you a reference
Please turn textbooks to page four
As you notice the diagram above you
Please follow it's to a T, do not make an error
For those of you further reference
You may, purchase the album, the first one
Listen to the "How to roll 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 helps me to a sucker's weakness, like
Telling your secrets, or it to your freakses

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

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

Is it live or when I be on deck
from deuce deuces from the neck and then I jet
Etcetera, my rap and after that kick back
Competitors could rap, but they recycle six-packs
Wack ain't the word for ya, nigga, I heard of ya
So it down a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya

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

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

Style so the tech, X be the brand called seb and
These from New Jerus is next on hand
rhymes, create lines, collaborate
With the DATs and mind state, that your brain cells ache
Niggaz get dissed in the cut, now they
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 to rely your skills on pure instinct

Tame One be rockin' on 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 dipped in secret

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

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

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

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

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

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

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