Lyric Don t Sweat The Technique
Don t sweat the Technique(2x)
Let s trace the hints and check the file
Let see who bit to detect the style
I flip the script so they can t get foul.
At least not now it ll take a while
I change the pace to complete the beat
I drop the bass till mc s get weak.
For every word they trace it s a scar they keep...
Cause when I speak they freak
To sweat the technique
I made my debut in 86
Wit a melody and a president s mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits
wit beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps
My underground sound vibrates the streets
MC s wanna beef then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique
Don t Sweat the Technique
They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but
Researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what s next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn t absorb them, they didn t deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience s ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I m also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, I m a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles that ll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don t have to speak just seek
And peep the technique
But don t sweat the technique
I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap
Then I get deep and the weak then complete their
Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete
They never grow old techniques become antiques
Better then something brand new cause it s radiant
And the wild style ll have much more volume
Classical too intelligent to be radical
Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical
Here s some soothing souvenirs for all the years
They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas
It s cool when you freak to the beat
But don t sweat the technique
Don t sweat the technique (2x)
Let s trace the hints and check the file
Let see who bit to detect the style
I flip the script so they can t get foul.
At least not now it ll take a while
I change the pace to complete the beat
I drop the bass till mc s get weak.
For every word they trace it s a scar they keep...
Cause when I speak they freak
To sweat the technique
I made my debut in 86
Wit a melody and a president s mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits
wit beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps
My underground sound vibrates the streets
MC s wanna beef then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique
Don t Sweat the Technique
They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but
Researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what s next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn t absorb them, they didn t deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience s ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I m also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, I m a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles that ll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don t have to speak just seek
And peep the technique
But don t sweat the technique
I speak indiscreet cause talk is cheap
Then I get deep and the weak then complete their
Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete
They never grow old techniques become antiques
Better then something brand new cause it s radiant
And the wild style ll have much more volume
Classical too intelligent to be radical
Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical
Here s some soothing souvenirs for all the years
They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas
It s cool when you freak to the beat
But don t sweat the technique
Don t sweat the technique (2x)