[Guru]

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 dope 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 dope

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"