歌词
As we embark on Boom Skwad blunt rolling technique 3-14
For those of you needing a reference
Please turn your textbooks to page four
As you will notice the diagram above you
Please follow its instructions to a tee
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 use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English
By the time that I'm finished, I'll peel the caps off six Guinness
Squad 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 the wreckless
I make crews break out like skin
Infections from my rap lethal injection
Hoes get caught up in my web like flies
One look in my red eyes, tricks jump into backflips like Jedis
Black Little Rascal dissing dips in White Castle
Got love doctors baffled while bitches ride me like a saddle
Is it live? I'm 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 can rap but they recycle like six-packs
Wack ain't the word for ya, nigga, I never heard of ya
So turn it down a notch or two and watch my crew murder ya
Yo, hold the phone, tone niggas like DAX raps are prone
To disassemble members only who think they're grown
See, we're from the Bricks where tricks hustle for dick
DK-NY, 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, flame school the days who misbehave crave the candy
MC's wrecking niggas with the dandy
Styles, so peep the TEC, X-Ceed, the Brand Concept and
These niggas from New Jerus is next on hand
Formulate rhymes, create lines, collaborate
With the DAX and mindstate that makes your brain cells 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
Gripping it firmly, yet loosely at the ends, twisting
In a counter-clockwise motion
No cheating, no easy wide will be distributed
You will be based to rely your skills on pure instinct
Tame One be rocking on cloud nine with rhymes that flow frequent
Peep how when I speak I freak sequence
Henceforth, I piss MC's off more often, I'm the boss
Hittin' my blunts dipped in secret sauce
Peep all treats, DAX on treats like meats, rapper that's fleek
Step on competition with my hollow-tip cleats
Past the rumors, that the Artifacts got lazy
That's crazy, making joints that make your thoughts hazy
Morocco, more MC's can't see me with they specs on
Gassed up like Getty, watch me blow spots like Exxon
I'm Unfuckwittable like Jamal and George Clinton
The ex-West District politician like Gibson
Dissing those who miss and blows, kick shit, the pro-grammer
Instrumentals hammered by the mental blows mannered
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 coming through your fucking block
MC's perish from the shit that we deliver
Giver of a swifter play like Frank Gifford
Fools with no tools get dealt with from the belt tip
Who else is prior from the first to get melted
Exactly, no match, niggas putting caps on my raps
Actually, frauds ain't naturally
Fit, faking tats, blow styles on the map
Artifacts bringing back that shit that niggas lack
Time
Put your blunts down
Those of you who have rolled your blunts correctly
May pass on to a much higher state
Those of you who fucked up
Get an F in fetal blunt
For those ridiculous-ass hoes
And that ridiculous canoe you got burning
You stay back
This is the Boom Skwad president signing off
May your blunts stay tight
And your eyes red
Good evening
