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 emcees get weak But every word 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 presence mix And I would stay on target and refuse to miss And I still make hits with 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 context Philosophers are wondering what's next Decent took the lab 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 Pencils and pens and scores Letters put together from a key to chords I'm also a sculptor, 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 speak And peep the technique Don't sweat the technique Too radical, too intelligent to be radical Masterful, never irrelevant, mathematical Here's some souvenirs, souvenirs for all the years Of all 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 Don't sweat the technique Don't sweat the technique