Skwad Training Lyrics
| Song | Skwad Training |
| Artist | Artifacts |
| Album | That's Them |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Brown, Hendricks, Williams | |
| 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) | |
| *pages rifling* | |
| As you will notice the diagram above you | |
| Please follow it's instructions to a T | |
| (mmm-hmm, f**k 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) | |
| (Tame One) | |
| 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 | |
| (El Da Sensai) | |
| Yo hold the phone, tone niggaz 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 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 mindstate, that makes your braincells 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 | |
| (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) | |
| 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 | |
| (El Da Sensai) | |
| B-ball treats, dance on treats like neats rapper that's fleet | |
| Step on competiton with my hollowtip cleats | |
| Past the rumors, that, the Artifacts got lazy that's crazy | |
| Makin joints that make your thoughts hazy | |
| (Tame One) | |
| Morocco Mole MC's can't see me with they specs on | |
| Gassed up like Getti watch me blow spots like Exxon | |
| I'm Unf**kwittable like Jamal and George Clinton | |
| The Ex-West District politician like Gibson | |
| (El Da Sensai) | |
| Dissin those who missin blows, kick shit to program | |
| a instrumental jammer by the mental blow's manner | |
| Vicious, Delicious with the Vinyl f**k bitches | |
| who got dreams and wishes for niggaz to feed em fine dishes | |
| (Tame One) | |
| We sabotage your entourage with a barrage of lyrical cheapshots | |
| 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 F**kin' BLock | |
| (El Da Sensai) | |
| 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! | |
| *whistle blows* | |
| Time | |
| (Yeah, niggaz don't know the time) | |
| Put your blunts down | |
| (So, if you wanna 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 f**ked up | |
| Get an F in fetal blunt | |
| (with the corruption, niggaz be... bust men) | |
| for those ridiculous ass holes, and those ridiculous canoe | |
| you got burnin | |
| (Slim Jims) | |
| You stay back | |
| (F**kin up in your shit in football and b-ball) | |
| This is the Boom Skwad president signing off | |
| (F**k it, I just keep on and on and on) | |
| May your blunts stay tight | |
| (Wet it with the steelo, niggaz know they below, status) | |
| And your eyes red | |
| (My f**kin apparatus, be the baddest | |
| Entertainin, niggaz not remainin, into my sickness..) | |
| Good evening |
| zuo qu : Brown, Hendricks, Williams | |
| 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 | |
| pages rifling | |
| As you will notice the diagram above you | |
| Please follow it' s instructions to a T | |
| mmmhmm, f k 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 | |
| Tame One | |
| 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 sixpacks | |
| robonigga | |
| 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 | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Yo hold the phone, tone niggaz 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 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 mindstate, that makes your braincells 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 counterclockwise fashion | |
| wack MC' s, they all get the dick | |
| Gripping it firmly, yet loosely at the ends, twist it | |
| in a counterclockwise motion | |
| No cheating, no Easy Wide will be distributed | |
| You will be based to rely your skills on pure instinct... | |
| next up | |
| Tame One | |
| 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 | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Bball treats, dance on treats like neats rapper that' s fleet | |
| Step on competiton with my hollowtip cleats | |
| Past the rumors, that, the Artifacts got lazy that' s crazy | |
| Makin joints that make your thoughts hazy | |
| Tame One | |
| Morocco Mole MC' s can' t see me with they specs on | |
| Gassed up like Getti watch me blow spots like Exxon | |
| I' m Unf kwittable like Jamal and George Clinton | |
| The ExWest District politician like Gibson | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Dissin those who missin blows, kick shit to program | |
| a instrumental jammer by the mental blow' s manner | |
| Vicious, Delicious with the Vinyl f k bitches | |
| who got dreams and wishes for niggaz to feed em fine dishes | |
| Tame One | |
| We sabotage your entourage with a barrage of lyrical cheapshots | |
| 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 F kin' BLock | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| 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! | |
| whistle blows | |
| Time | |
| Yeah, niggaz don' t know the time | |
| Put your blunts down | |
| So, if you wanna 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 f ked up | |
| Get an F in fetal blunt | |
| with the corruption, niggaz be... bust men | |
| for those ridiculous ass holes, and those ridiculous canoe | |
| you got burnin | |
| Slim Jims | |
| You stay back | |
| F kin up in your shit in football and bball | |
| This is the Boom Skwad president signing off | |
| F k it, I just keep on and on and on | |
| May your blunts stay tight | |
| Wet it with the steelo, niggaz know they below, status | |
| And your eyes red | |
| My f kin apparatus, be the baddest | |
| Entertainin, niggaz not remainin, into my sickness.. | |
| Good evening |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Hendricks, Williams | |
| 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 | |
| pages rifling | |
| As you will notice the diagram above you | |
| Please follow it' s instructions to a T | |
| mmmhmm, f k 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 | |
| Tame One | |
| 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 sixpacks | |
| robonigga | |
| 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 | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Yo hold the phone, tone niggaz 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 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 mindstate, that makes your braincells 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 counterclockwise fashion | |
| wack MC' s, they all get the dick | |
| Gripping it firmly, yet loosely at the ends, twist it | |
| in a counterclockwise motion | |
| No cheating, no Easy Wide will be distributed | |
| You will be based to rely your skills on pure instinct... | |
| next up | |
| Tame One | |
| 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 | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Bball treats, dance on treats like neats rapper that' s fleet | |
| Step on competiton with my hollowtip cleats | |
| Past the rumors, that, the Artifacts got lazy that' s crazy | |
| Makin joints that make your thoughts hazy | |
| Tame One | |
| Morocco Mole MC' s can' t see me with they specs on | |
| Gassed up like Getti watch me blow spots like Exxon | |
| I' m Unf kwittable like Jamal and George Clinton | |
| The ExWest District politician like Gibson | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| Dissin those who missin blows, kick shit to program | |
| a instrumental jammer by the mental blow' s manner | |
| Vicious, Delicious with the Vinyl f k bitches | |
| who got dreams and wishes for niggaz to feed em fine dishes | |
| Tame One | |
| We sabotage your entourage with a barrage of lyrical cheapshots | |
| 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 F kin' BLock | |
| El Da Sensai | |
| 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! | |
| whistle blows | |
| Time | |
| Yeah, niggaz don' t know the time | |
| Put your blunts down | |
| So, if you wanna 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 f ked up | |
| Get an F in fetal blunt | |
| with the corruption, niggaz be... bust men | |
| for those ridiculous ass holes, and those ridiculous canoe | |
| you got burnin | |
| Slim Jims | |
| You stay back | |
| F kin up in your shit in football and bball | |
| This is the Boom Skwad president signing off | |
| F k it, I just keep on and on and on | |
| May your blunts stay tight | |
| Wet it with the steelo, niggaz know they below, status | |
| And your eyes red | |
| My f kin apparatus, be the baddest | |
| Entertainin, niggaz not remainin, into my sickness.. | |
| Good evening |
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