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As we embark, on Boom Skwad rolling technique, 314
For of you needing a reference
Please turn your to page four
As you will notice the 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
to the song "How to roll a blunt"
But until then, you learn

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

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

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

Is it live or Memorex I be on deck
Loose from deuce from the neck and then I jet
Etcetera, catch my rap and after kick back
Competitors could rap, but they like six-packs
Wack 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 like thats are prone
To disassemble members only who think they're
See, we're from the Bricks where hustle for dick
DKNY, MC's they rhyme styles be fly

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

so peep the tech, X be the brand called seb and
These niggaz from New is next on hand
Formulate rhymes, lines, collaborate
the DATs and mind state, that makes your brain cells ache
Niggaz get dissed in the cut, now they
Advantage to the all crews be diminished

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

Tame One be rockin' on cloud nine rhymes that flow frequent
Peep how when I speak I freak
Henceforth I piss off more often, I'm the boss
Hittin' my blunts dipped in secret

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

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

those who missin' blows, kick shit to program
A jammer by the mental blow's manner
Vicious, Delicious with the 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 spots, sleep not
This style on MC's like 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 to play it like Frank Gifford
Fools with no tools get with from the belt tip
Who else is higher from the first to get

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

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