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As we embark, on Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314
For of you needing a reference
Please turn your textbooks to page
As you will notice the diagram you
Please follow it's instructions to a T, do not make an
For of you needing further reference
You may, purchase the Redman album, the one
Listen to the song "How to a blunt"
But until then, you 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 peep a sucker's weakness,
Telling secrets, or kicking it to your freakses

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

get caught up in my web like flies
One at my red eyes
Tricks into back flips like Jedis
little rascal dissin' dips at White Castle
Got love baffled 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, my rap and after that kick back
could rap, but they recycle like six-packs
Wack ain't the 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, niggaz like thats raps are prone
To disassemble only who think they're grown
See, we're from the Bricks where tricks for dick
DKNY, think they rhyme styles be fly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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