Check the Technique

[Produced By DJ Premier]

[Verse 1]

You puny protozoa, you're so minute you didn't know the

Gang has been watchin' but instead of just squashin' you

I'm scoopin' you up out of the muck you wallow in

Like a chief chemist, other scientists are followin'

Plannin' to examine you on a Petri dish

Sticking you and frickin' you just a teenie bit

I'm clever with science, but never relyin'

On false words from cowards who forever be tryin'

Insisting they come off, I let 'em get some off

Then come back with drum tracks their ears could get numb off

Blockbustin', like makin' love I'll never stop thrustin'

Into your system, so just listen

I'm like a neurosurgeon, operatin' with a purer version

I write prescriptions of words that fit in

The dope gets prescribed as I kick it live

'Cause it's more than 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

[DJ Premier cuts]

Check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique, see if you can follow it

[Verse 2]

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 occur

Will be the forfeiture of your immature

Insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur

To rudely awaken you, I then'll be breakin' you

Taxin' without askin', attractin' a snake in you

Makin' you succumb to the drums of Gang Starr

By far we are truly gifted ones, son

But if you were to speculate or estimate us losin'

You'll be dyin', tryin' to face the fate of your delusions

'Cause miscalculation is all you're statin'

So I'm chumpin', puntin' punks just like footballs

'Cause I wanna put y'all back in the mess hall

To clean up the slop, and stop all the bullcrap

Your rap's crazy wack, so don't try to pull that

You're lackin' the vernacular, I'm slappin' ya and cappin' ya

And closin' your jaw, 'cause you can't mess with Gang Starr

The Guru and Premier always dope with the blessed beats

Dance your ass off, Hobbes, check the technique

[DJ Premier cuts]

Check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique

[Verse 3]

"Bon voyage", "Sayonara", "Arrivederci"

Your ass gets busted, doodoo mustard, you tried to work me

You irked me, because you copy and falsify

And I don't care how many step up, 'cause you all could try

To wish and fish for a style, here's a fishing rod

These rhymes are hittin' hard, constantly I'm gettin' large

Inevitably, I readily kick a slew

Of lyrics so deep, so don't sleep, but just peep me

Puttin' methods on records and spinning for each millisecond

33 RPMs displays the art of men

And as my rhymin' builds you see my time it's chill...

And then I look upon weak ones

I'm teachin' each one so they become redone

Essays are relayed to twist you up like French braids

Or tied up like corn braids, 'cause I got a strong rage

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 with no class or

No type of real appeal or real talent

And it makes me violent, man

To see all of these peewee league MC wannabes

Making G's 'cause some dumb companies

Have lots of money but no idea of what is wack and what is dope

So check out what the Guru wrote

'Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I unveil

Have enough brain cells so I can stay paid well

Now I'm in the driver's seat, and rockin' the liver beats

Bouncin' and boomin' and blastin' you to the next seat

Chic and unique with lots of kick like a cleat

Check the technique

[Bridge: DJ Premier]

Chic, unique technique

Chic, unique technique

[DJ Premier cuts]

Check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique, see if you can follow it