Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Check The Technique, artist - Gang Starr.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Check The Technique |
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 cheif chemist, other scientists are followin |
Plannin to examine you, on a petrie 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 |
Insistin they come off, I let 'em get some off |
Then come back wit 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 wit a purer version |
I write prescriptions, of words that fit in The thought gets prescribed, 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. |
(3X) |
Check the technique and see if you can follow it |
I’m rushin 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, and then’ll be breakin you |
Taxin without askin and trackin and snakin you |
Makin you succumb to the drums of GangStarr |
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 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 lackin the vernacular, I’m slappin ya and cappin ya and closin your jaw, cause you can’t mess with GangStarr |
The Guru and Premier always dope with the blessed beats |
Dance your ass off Hobbes, check the technique |
Check the technique. |
(4X) |
Bon voyage, Sayanora, Arriva derci |
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 can try |
to wish and fish for a style, here’s a fishin 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 RPM’s 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 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 peewee bee MC wannabees |
makin G’s for some dumb companies |
and lots of money but no idea what is rap and what is dope |
So check out what the Guru wrote |
Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I unveil |
Have enough braincells 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 |
Shiek and unique with lots of kick like a cleat |
Check the technique |
(. chief unique technique.) |
(. chief unique technique.) |
Check the technique. |
(3X) |
Check the technique and see if you can follow it |