Check The Technique
Gang Starr Lyrics

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
You are insignificant and unaware of my and my crew's watchful gaze. Despite being capable of stamping you out, I am choosing to lift you from your pitiful existence. I, like a great scientist, am leading others in observing you and examining your behavior.

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
We plan to study and scrutinize you closely, like a scientist observing a specimen on a microscope slide. We want to prod you just a little, to see how you react. Though I am highly skilled, I am not falling for the lies of those too cowardly to issue honest statements.

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
When those less talented than myself insist they can compete, I humor them by giving them a chance. But when I come back with my signature drum tracks, the experience is so intense it could leave ears ringing. Through my music, I am trying to capture a visceral, heart-pounding sensation, like making love. Just listen to what I'm saying.

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
As a rapper, I am like a precise neurosurgeon, striving for perfection with every single line I produce. My verses are like prescriptions, tailored specifically to fit perfectly in the listener's head. I share my thoughts in real time, but my gift is more than just rhyming words together. Rather, I am presenting complex and creative concepts during my performance. I am certain about my abilities and my impact on the music industry is vast.

You deadbeat, wait until you see my next feat I get respect for the rep when I speak Check the technique
You are a loser, and you should be bracing yourself to behold my next masterpiece. Every time I open my mouth, people stop and listen, recognizing my true talent. Check my music and my method for yourself; it's undeniable.

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
I'm coming at you with the force and speed of a football player charging ahead towards the opponent's goal line. I'm warning you to pay attention and understand that I am fully capable of crushing you in any type of competition. You will lose because you are not ready for the challenge.

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
It's clear that you are immature and not very confident in your own abilities. I'm here to wake you up to reality and make you suffer for your foolishness. I don't need your permission to track your every move or exploit your weaknesses. My music has the power to dominate and control you.

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
My crew and I are undeniably talented and gifted, and anyone who thinks otherwise is only deceiving themselves. If you even think we might lose, the shock of reality will be too much for you to handle. Miscalculation is all you're capable of, and that's not enough to take us down.

So i'm chumpin, puntin punks just like footballs Cause I want to 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
I'm knocking you around and treating you like a worthless punk, just like a football player punting the ball down the field. I want to banish you back to the kiddie table and make you clean up your mess, putting an end to your lies and nonsense. Your rhyming skills are horribly underdeveloped, so don't even think about trying to step to me.

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
Your vocabulary is pitiful and unimpressive, and I'm putting you in your place with a swift slap to the face. You can't mess with my squad, which consists of both me and my musical collaborator. We're consistently churning out the best beats around, so dance until you can't dance anymore--we've got everything under control.