Check The Technique - GangStarr

You puny protozoa  you're so minute you didn't know the 
Gang has been watching but instead of just squashing you 
I'm scooping you up out of the muck you wallow in 
Like a cheif chemist all the sciences are following 
Planned it to examine you on a petrie dish 
Sticking you and fricking you just a tiny bit 
I'm clever wit science but never reliant 
Unfalse words from cowards who forever be trying 
Insisting they come off, I let them get some off 
They come back wit drum tracks, their ears could get number 
Blockbusting, like making love, I never stop thrusting 
Into your system so just listen 
I'm like a neurosurgeon operating wit ?(a fear of version)? 
I write perscriptions of words that fit in 
Then go catch my stride 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 
Check the technique...see if you can follow it 
I'm rushing you like a defensive end as I recommend 
That you comprehend, I could stomp you in 
A battle, contest, or war, what will it throw 
It'll be ?(the poor picture)? of you're immature 
Insecure for sure, meek, weak visions of grandeur 
To rudely awaken you, I then'll be breaking you 
Taxing without asking and tracking and snaking you 
Making you sucumb to the drums of Gangstarr 
By far we are truely gifted ones, son 
But if you were to speculate or estimate us losing 
You be dying, trying to face the fate of your delusions 
'Cause miscalculation is all you're stating 
So I'm chumping, punting punks just like footballs 
'Cause I wanna put you 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 lacking the vernacular, I'm slapping ya and capping ya 
And closing your jaws 'cause you can't mess wit G