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