Gang Starr — 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