Don't Sweat the Technique

Don't sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Let's trace the hits and check the file

Let's 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 emcees 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

Parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps

My underground sound vibrates the streets

Emcees 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 and wrecked

But researchers never found all the pieces yet

Scientists try to solve the context

Philosophers are wondering what's next

Pieces are took to labs to observe 'em

They couldn't absorb 'em, they didn't deserve 'em

My ideas are only for the audience's ears

For my opponents, it might take years

Pencils and pens are swords

Letters put together from a key to chords

I'm also a sculpture, formed with structure

Because of my culture, I'm equipped to construct the

Technical styles that'll be full of 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 in the beat, then complete the

Poem's physique, never weak or obsolete

They never grow old, techniques become antiques

Better than something brand new 'cause it's real

And in a while, the style’ll have much more value

Classical, too intelligent to be radical

Masterful, never irrelevant, mathematical

Here's some soothing souvenirs

For all the years, you fought and sought the 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