Skwad Training

As we embark, on Boom Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314 (one two)

For those of you needing a reference (yeah)

Please turn your textbooks to page four (whoa)

As you will notice the diagram above you

Please follow it's instructions to a T

(Mmm-hmm, fuck the rest)

Do not make an error

For those of you needing further reference

You may, purchase the Redman album, the first one

Listen to the song "How to Roll a Blunt"

But until then, you shall learn (I'm high)

I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English

By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness

Skwad Training helps me to peep a sucker's weakness, like

Telling your secrets, or kicking it to your freakses

You couldn't go there with directions

I make crews break out like skin infections from my rap lethal injections

(Notty headed terror)

Hoes get caught up in my web like flies

One look at my red eyes, Tricks jump into backflips like Jedis

Black little rascal dissin dips at White Castle

Got love doctors baffled why bitches ride me like a saddle

(How does he do it?)

Is it live or Memorex when I be on deck

Loose from deuce deuces from the neck and then I jet

Et cetera, catch my rap and after that kick back

Competitors could rap, but they recycle like six-packs (robo-nigga)

Wack ain't the word for ya, nigga! I never heard of ya

So turn it down a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya

Yo hold the phone, tone niggas like That's raps are prone

To dissasemble members only who think they're grown

See, we're from the Bricks where tricks hustle for dick

DKNY, MC's think they rhyme styles be fly, I

Bear witness, that, we bring the crispiness

Exquisite, prolific, the two that brew the gifted

Or uncanny, playschool the days who misbehave

Pray their handy, MC's wreckin' niggas with the dandy

Style so peep the tech, X be the brand called seb? and

These niggas from New Jerus is next on hand

Formulate rhymes, create lines, collaborate

With the DATs and mind state, that makes your braincells ache

Niggas get dissed in the cut, now they finished

Advantage to the victor all crews be diminished

You will continue rolling your blunts, in a counter-clockwise fashion

(wack MC's, they all get the dick)

Gripping it firmly, yet loosely at the ends, twist it

In a counter-clockwise motion

No cheating, no Easy Wide will be distributed

You will be based to rely your skills on pure instinct

(next up)

Tame One be rockin' on cloud nine with rhymes that flow frequent

Peep how when I speak I freak sequins

Henceforth I piss MC's off more often, I'm the boss

Hittin' my blunts dipped in secret sauce

B-ball treats, dance on treats like neats rapper that's fleet

Step on competition with my hollow tip cleats

Past the rumors, that, the Artifacts got lazy that's crazy

Makin' joints that make your thoughts hazy

Morocco Mole MC's can't see me with they specs on

Gassed up like Getti watch me blow spots like Exxon

I'm Unfuckwittable like Jamal and George Clinton

The Ex-West District politician like Gibson

Dissin' those who missin' blows, kick shit to program

A instrumental jammer by the mental blow's manner

Vicious, Delicious with the Vinyl fuck bitches

Who got dreams and wishes for niggas to feed 'em fine dishes

We sabotage your entourage with a barrage of lyrical cheap shots

At your weak spots, sleep not

This style spits on MC's like I do beatbox

In my size nine Reeboks, I'm Cummin' through Ya fuckin' BLock

MC's perish from the shit that we deliver

Giver of a script to play it like Frank Gifford

Fools with no tools get dealt with from the belt tip

Who else is higher from the first to get melted

Exactly, no match, niggas puttin' caps on my raps

Actually, broads ain't naturally, fit

Fakin jax, blow styles on the map

Artifacts, bringin' back, that shit that niggas lack!

Time (Yeah, niggas don't know the time)

Put your blunts down

(So, if you want to roll with us and be down)

Those of you who have rolled your blunts correctly

(Check the sound y'all)

May pass on to a much higher state

Those of you who fucked up

Get an F in fetal blunt

(with the corruption, niggas be bust men)

For those ridiculous ass holes, and those ridiculous canoe

You got burnin

(Slim Jims)

You stay back

(fuckin' up in your shit in football and be -ball)

This is the Boom Skwad president signing off

(Fuck it, I just keep on and on and on)

May your blunts stay tight

(Wet it with the steelo', niggas know they below, status)

And your eyes red

(My fuckin' apparatus, be the baddest

Entertainin', niggas not remainin', into my sickness)

Good evening