Dont sweat the technique
Dont sweat the technique
Lets trace the hints and check the file
Let see who bit to detect the style
I flip the script so they cant get foul.
At least not now, itll take a while
I change the pace to complete the beat
I drop the bass,till mcs get weak.
For every word they trace, its 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 presidents 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
Mcs wanna beef then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique
Dont 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 whats next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldnt absorb them, they didnt deserve them
My ideas are only for the audiences ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
Im also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, Im a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles thatll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You dont have to speak just seek
And peep the technique
But dont 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 its radiant
And the wild stylell have much more volume
Classical too intelligent to be radical
Masterful, never irrelevant: mathematical
Heres some soothing souvenirs for all the years
They fought, and sought, the thoughts and ideas
Its cool when you freak to the beat
But dont sweat the technique
Dont sweat the technique
Dont sweat the technique