The Artifacts

The Artifacts - Skwad Training lyrics

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 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, fuck 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 Unfuckwittable 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 fuck 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 Fuckin' 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 fucked 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
 (Fuckin up in your shit in football and b-ball)
 This is the Boom Skwad president signing off
 (Fuck 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 fuckin apparatus, be the baddest
 Entertainin, niggaz not remainin, into my sickness..)
 Good evening
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