Gang has been watching but instead of just squashing you
 I'm scooping you up out of the muck you wallow in
 Like a cheif chemist all the sciences are following
 Planned it to examine you on a petrie dish
 Sticking you and fricking you just a tiny bit
 I'm clever wit science but never reliant
 Unfalse words from cowards who forever be trying
 Insisting they come off, I let them get some off
 They come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get number
 Blockbusting, like making love, I never stop thrusting
 Into your system so just listen
 I'm like a neurosurgeon operating wit ?(a fear of version)?
 I write perscriptions of words that fit in
 Then go catch my stride as I kick it live
 'Cause it's more that a style, it's conceptual genius
 My effect on the scene is to project that I mean this
 You deadbeat, wait until you see my next feat
 I get respect for the rep when I speak
 Check the technique
 Check the technique...see if you can follow it
 I'm rushing you like a defensive end as I recommend
 That you comprehend, I could stomp you in
 A battle, contest, or war, what will it throw
 It'll be ?(the poor picture)? of you're immature
 Insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur
 To rudely awaken you, I then'll be breaking you
 Taxing without asking and tracking and snaking you
 Making you sucumb to the drums of Gangstarr
 By far we are truely gifted ones, son
 But if you were to speculate or estimate us losing
 You be dying, trying to face the fate of your delusions
 'Cause miscalculation is all you're stating
 So I'm chumping, punting punks just like footballs
 'Cause I wanna put you all back in the messhall
 To clean up the slop and stop all the bullcrap
 Your rap's crazy wack so don't try to pull that
 you're lacking the vernacular, I'm slapping ya and capping ya
 And closing your jaws 'cause you can't mess wit Gangstarr
 The Guru and Premier always dope wit the blessed beats
 Dance your ass off pops check the technique
 Check the technique...
 Bon voyage, Sinare, averduchi
 Your ass gets busted due to mustard, you tried to work me
 You irked me 'cause you copy and falsified
 And I don't care how many step up 'cause you all can try
 And wish and fish for a style, here's a fishing rod
 These rhymes are hitting hard, constantly I'm getting large
 Inediblely, I readily kick a sprew
 Of lyrics so deep, so don't sleep, but just peep me
 Putting methods on records and spin it for each millisecond
 33 RPM's displays the odd of men
 And as my rhyming builds you see my time is chill
 And then I look upon weak ones
 I'm teaching each one so they become redone
 And ?(says)? are relayed to twist you up like frenchbraids
 Or tied up like corn braids 'cause i got a strong way
 Force like police raids to never be delayed
 I once was the least paid but I made the grade
 'Cause this ain't a slave sale and I ain't the same stale
 Rapper, no, I'm not a phony microphonist wit no blaster
 No type of real appeal or real talent
 And it makes me violent man
 To see all of these pee wee's be Mc's wannabees
 Making g's for some dumb companies
 And lots of money but no idea what is rap and what is dope
 But check out what the Guru wrote
 'Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I unvail
 Have enuff braincells so I can stay paid well
 Now I'm in the driver seat and rocking the louder beats
 Bouncing and booming and blasting you to the next seat
 Sheik and unique wit lots of tics like a leach
 Check the technique
 Check the technique...see if you can follow it