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  • 作曲 : Chris Martin/Keith Elam
    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
    [dj premier cuts]
    "check the technique.." (3x)
    "check the technique and see if you can follow it"
    [guru]
    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 **** with the blessed beats
    Dance your ass off hobbes, check the technique
    [dj premier cuts]
    "check the technique.." (4x)
    [guru]
    "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 ****
    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..)
    [dj premier cuts]
    "check the technique.." (3x)
    "check the technique and see if you can follow it"
  • 作曲 : Chris Martin/Keith Elam
    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
    [dj premier cuts]
    "check the technique.." (3x)
    "check the technique and see if you can follow it"
    [guru]
    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 **** with the blessed beats
    Dance your ass off hobbes, check the technique
    [dj premier cuts]
    "check the technique.." (4x)
    [guru]
    "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 ****
    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..)
    [dj premier cuts]
    "check the technique.." (3x)
    "check the technique and see if you can follow it"