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As we embark, on Boom Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314
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(one two)
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For those of you needing a reference (yeah)
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Please turn your textbooks to page four (whoa)
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*pages rifling*
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As you will notice the diagram above you
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Please follow it's instructions to a T
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(mmm-hmm, fuck the rest)
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Do not make an error
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For those of you needing further reference
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You may, purchase the Redman album, the first one
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Listen to the song "How to Roll a Blunt"
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But until then, you shall learn
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(I'm high)
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[Tame One]
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I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English
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By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
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Skwad Training helps me to peep a sucker's weakness, like
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Telling your secrets, or kicking it to your freakses
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You couldn't go there with directions
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I make crews break out like skin infections from my rap lethal
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injections
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(Notty headed terror)
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Hoes get caught up in my web like flies
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One look at my red eyes, Tricks jump into backflips like Jedis
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Black little rascal dissin dips at White Castle
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Got love doctors baffled why bitches ride me like a saddle
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(How does he do it?)
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Is it live or Memorex when I be on deck
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Loose from deuce deuces from the neck and then I jet
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Et cetera, catch my rap and after that kick back
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Competitors could rap, but they recycle like six-packs
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(robo-nigga)
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Wack ain't the word for ya, NIGGA, I never heard of ya
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So turn it down a notch or two or watch my crew murder ya
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[El Da Sensai]
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Yo hold the phone, tone niggaz like That's raps are prone
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To dissasemble members only who think they're grown
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See, we're from the Bricks where tricks hustle for dick
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DKNY, MC's think they rhyme styles be fly, I
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bear witness, that, we bring the crispiness
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Exquisite, prolific, the two that brew the gifted
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or uncanny, playschool the days who misbehave
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Pray their handy, MC's wreckin niggaz with the dandy
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style so peep the tech, X be the brand called seb? and
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these niggaz from New Jerus is next on hand
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Formulate rhymes, create lines, collaborate
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with the DATs and mindstate, that makes your braincells ache
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Niggaz get dissed in the cut, now they finished
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Advantage to the victor all crews be diminished
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You will continue rolling your blunts, in a counter-clockwise fashion
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(wack MC's, they all get the dick)
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Gripping it firmly, yet loosely at the ends, twist it
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in a counter-clockwise motion
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No cheating, no Easy Wide will be distributed
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You will be based to rely your skills on pure instinct...
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(next up)
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[Tame One]
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Tame One be rockin on cloud nine with rhymes that flow frequent
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Peep how when I speak I freak sequins
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Henceforth I piss MC's off more often, I'm the boss
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Hittin my blunts dipped in secret sauce
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[El Da Sensai]
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B-ball treats, dance on treats like neats rapper that's fleet
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Step on competiton with my hollowtip cleats
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Past the rumors, that, the Artifacts got lazy that's crazy
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Makin joints that make your thoughts hazy
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[Tame One]
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Morocco Mole MC's can't see me with they specs on
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Gassed up like Getti watch me blow spots like Exxon
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I'm Unfuckwittable like Jamal and George Clinton
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The Ex-West District politician like Gibson
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[El Da Sensai]
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Dissin those who missin blows, kick shit to program
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a instrumental jammer by the mental blow's manner
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Vicious, Delicious with the Vinyl fuck bitches
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who got dreams and wishes for niggaz to feed em fine dishes
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[Tame One]
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We sabotage your entourage with a barrage of lyrical cheapshots
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at your weak spots, sleep not
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This style spits on MC's like I do beatbox
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In my size nine Reeboks, I'm Cummin' Thru Ya Fuckin' BLock
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[El Da Sensai]
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MC's perish from the shit that we deliver
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Giver of a script to play it like Frank Gifford
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Fools with no tools get dealt with from the belt tip
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Who else is higher from the first to get melted
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Exactly, no match, niggaz puttin caps on my raps
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Actually, broads ain't naturally, fit
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Fakin jax, blow styles on the map
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Artifacts, bringin back, that shit that niggaz lack!
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*whistle blows*
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Time
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(Yeah, niggaz don't know the time)
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Put your blunts down
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(So, if you wanna roll with us and be down)
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