Don't sweat the technique
Don't sweat the technique
Let's trace the hint and check the file
Let's see who bent and detect the style
I flip the script so it can't get foul
At least not now it'll take a while
I changed the pace to complete the beat
I drop the base 'til 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
With a melody and a president's mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits with beats
Party's, clubs and for cars and jeeps
The 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 times
I ripped and wrecked
But the search is never found of the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what's next
Pieces took the last to observe them
They couldn't absorb them
They didn't deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience
Ears, for my opponents, it might take years
Pencil, pens, and swords
Letters put together from a key to cause
I'm also a sculpture form with structure
Because of my culture I'm equipped to construct a
Technical style that'll be full of technology
Complete sights of new heights after I get deep
You don't have to speak just seek and peep the technique
Don't sweat the technique
I speak in discreet cause talk is cheap
Then I get deep in the beat then completes
Compose with physique never weak or obsolete
They never grow old technique's become antique
Better then something brand new cause it's original
In a while the style, I have much more value
Cla**ical to intelligent to be radical
Masterful never irrelevant mathematical
Here's some soothing souvenirs
For all the years you taught to sought the thoughts and ideas
It's cool when you freak to the beat
But don't sweat the technique