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As we embark, on Boom Skwad rolling technique, 314
For those of you a reference
Please turn your textbooks to four
As you notice the diagram above you
Please follow it's to a T, do not make an error
For those of you needing reference
You may, purchase the Redman album, the 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 I peel the caps off six Guinness
Skwad Training helps me to a sucker's weakness, like
Telling your secrets, or kicking it to freakses

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

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

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

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

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

so peep the tech, X be the brand called seb and
These from New Jerus is next on hand
Formulate rhymes, create lines,
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 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 rockin' on cloud nine with rhymes flow frequent
how when I speak I freak sequins
Henceforth I piss MC's off often, I'm the boss
Hittin' my blunts in secret sauce

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

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

Dissin' who missin' blows, kick shit to program
A instrumental jammer by the mental manner
Vicious, with the Vinyl fuck 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 on MC's like I do beatbox
In my size nine Reeboks, I'm cummin' 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 from the belt tip
Who else is higher the first to get melted

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

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