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Artifact

Genres: Metal

Skwad Training Lyrics - Artifact

As we embark, on Boom Skwad blunt rolling technique, 314 

For those of you needing a reference 

Please turn your textbooks to page four 

As you will notice the diagram above you 

Please follow it's instructions to a T, 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 old 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 

 

Hoes get caught up in my web like flies 

One look at my red eyes 

Tricks jump into back flips like Jedis 

Black little rascal dissin' dips at White Castle 

Got love doctors baffled why bitches ride me like a saddle 

 

Is it live or Memorex when I be on deck 

Loose from deuce deuces from the neck and then I jet 

Etcetera, catch my rap and after that kick back 

Competitors could 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 or watch my crew murder ya 

 

Yo, hold the phone, tone niggaz like thats raps are prone 

To disassemble 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, play school the days who misbehave 

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

 

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

These niggaz from New Jerus is next on hand 

Formulate rhymes, create lines, collaborate 

With the DATs and mind state, that makes your brain cells ache 

Niggaz 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, 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 

 

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 niggaz 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' thru 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, niggaz puttin' caps on my raps 

Actually, broads ain't naturally, fit 

Fakin' jax, blow styles on the map 

Artifacts, bringin' back, that shit that niggaz 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 assholes, and that ridiculous canoe 

You got burnin', you stay back 

This is the Boom Skwad president signing off 

May your blunts stay tight and your eyes red 

Good evening 

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