Luyện nghe bài hát Check The Technique

You puny protozoa, so minute you didn`t know the
has been watchin but instead of just squashin you
I`m scoopin you up out of the muck you in
a chief chemist, other scientists are followin
Plannin to you, on a petrie dish
you and frickin you, just a teenie bit
I`m clever, with science, but never
On false words from who forever be tryin
Insistin they come off, I let `em get off
Then back wit drum tracks, their ears could get numb off
Blockbustin, like makin love, i`ll never thrustin
Into your system, so just
I`m like a neurosurgeon, operatin wit a version
I write prescriptions, of that fit in
The thought gets prescribed, as I kick it
Cause it`s more that a style, it`s conceptual
My effect on the is, to project that I mean this
You deadbeat, until you see my next feat
I get for the rep when I speak
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I`m rushin you like a end as I recommend
you comprehend, I could stomp you in
A battle, contest, or war, what will
be the forfeiture, of your immature
Insecure for sure, meek, visions of grandeur
To awaken you, and then`ll be breakin you
Taxin askin and trackin and snakin you
you succumb to the drums of gangstarr
By far we are, truly ones son
But if you were to speculate or estimate us
You`ll be dyin, tryin to face the fate of your
miscalculation, is all you`re statin
So i`m chumpin, puntin punks just like
Cause I to put y`all, back in the messhall
To clean up the slop, and stop all the
Your rap`s wack, so don`t try to pull that
You`re lackin the vernacular, i`m slappin ya and ya
And closin your jaw, cause you can`t with gangstarr
The and premier always dope with the blessed beats
Dance ass off hobbes, check the technique

"Bon voyage", "sayanora", "arriva derci"
Your ass gets busted doodoo mustard, you to work me
You irked me - you copy and falsify
And I care how many step up, cause you all can try
To wish and fish for a style, here`s a rod
rhymes are hittin hard, constantly i`m gettin large
Inevitably, I readily kick a
Of so deep, so don`t sleep, but just peep me
Puttin methods on records and spinning for millisecond
33 rpm`s the art of men
And as my rhymin builds you see my time it`s
And then I look upon weak
I`m teachin each one so they redone
Essays are relayed to twist you up like braids
Or tied up corn braids, cause I got a strong way
Force like raids to never be delayed
I once was the paid but I made the grade
this ain`t a slave sale and I ain`t the same stale
Rapper, no, i`m not a phony wit no blaster
No type of real appeal or real -
And it makes me man
To see all of these bee mc wannabees
Makin g`s for some companies
And lots of money but no what is rap and what is dope
So check out what the wrote
Cause I will prevail, give you tales as I
Have enough braincells so I can stay well
Now i`m in the driver`s seat, and rockin the liver
Bouncin and boomin and you to the next seat
Shiek and with lots of kick like a cleat
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