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♪
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
♪