Check the Technique

You puny protozoa you're so minute you didn't know the Gang has been watching but instead of just squashing you I'm scooping you up out of the muck you wallow in Like a chief chemist all the sciences are following Planned it to examine you on a petrie dish Sticking you and fricking you just a tiny bit I'm clever wit science but never reliant Unfalse words from cowards who forever be trying Insisting they come off, I let them get some off They come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get number Blockbusting, like making love, I never stop thrusting Into your system so just listen I'm like a neurosurgeon operating wit ?(a fear of version)? I write perscriptions of words that fit in Then go catch my stride as I kick it live 'Cause it's more that 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 Check the technique...see if you can follow it 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 it throw It'll be ?(the poor picture)? of you're immature Insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur To rudely awaken you, I then'll be breaking you Taxing without asking and tracking and snaking you Making you sucumb to the drums of Gangstarr By far we are truly gifted ones, son But if you were to speculate or estimate us losing You be dying, trying to face the fate of your delusions 'Cause miscalculation is all you're stating So I'm chumping, punting punks just like footballs 'Cause I want to put you all back in the messhall To clean up the slop and stop all the bullcrap Your rap's crazy wack so don't try to pull that you're lacking the vernacular, I'm slapping ya and capping ya And closing your jaws 'cause you can't mess wit Gangstarr The Guru and Premier always dope wit the blessed beats Dance your ass off pops check the technique Check the technique... Bon voyage, Sinare, averduchi Your ass gets busted due to mustard, you tried to work me You irked me 'cause you copy and falsified And I don't care how many step up 'cause you all can try And wish and fish for a style, here's a fishing rod These rhymes are hitting hard, constantly I'm getting large Inediblely, I readily kick a sprew Of lyrics so deep, so don't sleep, but just peep me Putting methods on records and spin it for each millisecond 33 RPM's displays the odd of men And as my rhyming builds you see my time is chill And then I look upon weak ones I'm teaching each one so they become redone And ?(says)? are relayed to twist you up like frenchbraids Or tied up like corn braids 'cause i got a strong way 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 wit no blaster No type of real appeal or real talent And it makes me violent man To see all of these pee wee's be Mc's wannabees Making g's for some dumb companies And lots of money but no idea what is rap and what is dope But check out what the Guru wrote 'Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I unvail Have enuff braincells so I can stay paid well Now I'm in the driver seat and rocking the louder beats Bouncing and booming and blasting you to the next seat Sheik and unique wit lots of tics like a leach Check the technique Check the technique...see if you can follow it