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

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