Check The Technique

《Check The Technique》是Gang Starr演唱的歌曲，Keith Elam、Chris Martin作曲，收錄於《Mass Appeal: The Best Of Gang Starr》專輯中。

基本介紹

• 外文名：Check The Technique
• 所屬專輯：Mass Appeal: The Best Of Gang Starr
• 歌曲原唱：Gang Starr
• 譜曲：Keith Elam、Chris Martin
• 發行日期：2006年12月26日

歌曲歌詞

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

Gang has been watchin' you 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 d**e 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

Check the technique

Check the technique

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 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 d**e with the blessed beats

Dance your a*s off Hobbes check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique

Check the technique

Bon voyage sayonara arrivederci

Your a*s gets busted doodoo mustard you tried to work me

You irked 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

Thirty three R P Ms 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 bee M C wannabes

Making G's 'cause some dumb companies

Have lots of money but no idea of

What is wack and what is d**e

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

Chic unique technique

Chic unique technique

Check the technique

Check the technique

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Check the technique see if you can follow it