don't sweat the technique

don't sweat the technique

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