Don't Sweat The Technique (Funky Ginger Club Version)

Don't sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

Let's trace the hints and check the file

Let see who bit to detect the style

I flip the script so they can't get foul

At least not now, it'll take a while

I change the pace to complete the beat

I drop the bass 'til MC's get weak

For every word they trace, it's a scar they keep

'Cause when I speak, they freak to sweat the technique

I made my debut in '86

Wit a melody and a president's mix

And now I stay on target and refuse to miss

And I still make hits

With beats, parties, clubs in the cars and jeeps

My underground sound vibrates the streets

MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps

When they sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep

But researchers never found all the pieces yet

Scientists try to solve the context

Philosophers are wondering when, what's next

Pieces are took to last who observe them

They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them

My ideas are only for the audience's ears

For my opponents, it might take years

Pencils and pens are swords

Letters put together form a key to chords

I'm also a sculpture born with structure

Because of my culture I'm a rip and destruct the

Difficult styles that'll be for the technology

Complete sights and new heights after I get deep

You don't have to speak just seek

And peep the technique

But don't sweat the technique

I speak indiscreet 'cause talk is cheap

Then I get deep and the weak then complete their

Pull with a seat, never weak or obsolete

They never grow old techniques become antiques

Better then something brand new 'cause it's radiant

And the wild style'll have much more volume

Classical too intelligent to be radical

Masterful, never irrelevant mathematical

Here's some soothing souvenirs for all the years