Don't Sweat The Technique

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