[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"