Don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique Let's trace the hits and check the file Let's see who bit the dot, check the style I flip the script so it can't get filed At least not now, it'll take a while I change the pace to complete the beat I drop the bass to emcee's good weight For every road they trace is a scar they keep It's when I speak, they freak to sweat the technique I made my debut in 86 With a melody and a president's mix And I would stay on target and refuse to miss And I still make hits and beats With all these clubs and cars and jeeps My underground sound vibrates the streets Emcees wanna beef and I play for keeps When they sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique They wanna know how many bombs have I ripped and wrecked But researchers never found all the pieces yet Scientists try to solve the conject Philosophers are wondering what's next Pieces that took their lives to observe them They couldn't absorb them, they didn't preserve them My ideas are only for the audience's ears My opponents, it might take years Pencils and pencil scores Letters put together from a key to chords A mosaic sculpture, born with structure Because of my culture, I'm a ripper destructor A style that'll be full of technology Complete sites and new heights after I get deep You don't have to speak, just see And peep the technique Don't sweat the technique I speak in the street, cause talk is cheap Then I get deep in the beat, think repeat Both of the same, never weak or obsolete They never grow old, techniques become antiques Better than something brand new, cause it's original In a while, style will have much more volume Classical, too intelligent to be radical Masterful, never irrelevant, mathematical Here's some souvenirs, souvenirs for all the years And for the sorts of thoughts and ideas It's cool when you freak to the beat But don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique