Da King & I | Flip Da Scrip (1992) Remix

Das EFX - Jussumen (Pete Rock Remix)

Targeted to biting MCs amazed and captured by Rakim's style and lyricism, letting them know he is the originator and that he can't and should not be copied. There's only one R in the alphabet... Don't Sweat The Technique.

Don't sweat the technique
Don't sweat the technique

Let's trace the hits and check the file
Let's 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 MCs 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
With a melody and a President's mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits with beats
For parties, clubs, and for cars and jeeps
My underground sound vibrates the streets
MCs wanna beef, then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped and wrecked
But researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what's next
Pieces are took to labs to observe 'em
They couldn't absorb 'em, they didn't deserve 'em
My ideas are only for the audience ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens are swords
Letters put together from a key to chords
I'm also a sculpture, formed with structure
Because of my culture, I'm equipped to construct the
Technical styles that'll be full of technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don't have to speak, just seek
And peep the technique

But don't sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

But don't sweat the technique 

I speak indiscreet 'cause talk is cheap
Then I get deep in the beat then complete the
Poem with physique, never weak or obsolete
They never grow old, techniques become antiques
Better then something brand new 'cause it's original
In a while, style will have much more value
Classical, too intelligent to be radical
Masterful, never irrelevant, mathematical
Here's some soothing souvenirs
For all the years, you fought and sought the thoughts and ideas
It's cool when you freak to the beat
But don't sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique
Don't sweat the technique

Don't sweat the technique

And don't forget... peep the technique

Don't sweat the technique
Don't sweat the technique
Don't sweat the technique

Eric B. & Rakim | Don't Sweat The Technique (1992) Remix

From the EPMD Rampage VLS, as ripped by CRDS for The Remix Files compilation. http://www.longislandrap.com/2014/06/epmd-remix-files.html

EPMD - I'm Mad (DJ Scratch Jazz Mix)

I slung slang
When i came in the do'
I told you before you never know what i know my
Name oh no I'm missin' you baby, my pro black flow
Strange but thats how i walk it
Slangs how i talk it
If it don't chart mother-fuark it
How do niggas know that it's me when i come
Cos' one hands on my nuts and the others on my gun nuff
Bic lights flick when my vocal tracks lit
Get so mad over it, that they'll kill for this shit
I gets projects respect from east and west
Hip-Hop's like this no matter where niggas rest
Recognize post-its
You know i represent hard core ex-slaves Under white governments
Every hard job can't left un-done
Before you splurt gun or ya bust pon'
Niggas run for cover cos' I'm wile in the game
Kill a rapper pon' stage cos' it's all in the game
Urban radio you must play this
Cos' we ain't got no time for yo' fake ghetto shit, see
I set the trends when i came in
Cos' i come from the slum and I'm steady slangin
See, i set the trends when i came in i come from a slum
I'm steady slangin

If he comes from a slum
You could see the fuckin'
Slang, in his walk, his talk
If he comes from a slum
Well you could hear the fuckin slang
Out the woofers in his trunk
If he comes from a slum
Well you could see the fuckin slang
In his walk, his talk
If he comes from a slum
Well you can hear the fuckin
Slang, out the woofers in his trunk

Dat a fierce, dat a dollar business
Slave traders run slum slang music
But me no worry, cos some black shit is gonna go down
And i gotta get mine
Come ghetto people ere' me talkin' sistren bawlin
Nigga would you stop cos' I'm all in
Who you think you foolin' witchya stolen style
I guess about a million cos' ya platinum now!
Look at me
Knowledge how i slip slide and slang
None can a hang, choose name get slain
Like C.L. nigga this ain't a game
Ain't in it for the fame, yet how can i complain
Jersey leave a stain represent black reign
Get ill loose your grill or snake ass fangs
You know who I'm talkin' to
All bullshit aside Mr Wise come through
It's a ghetto thing.. that brothers gotta have
If you don't understand.. well thats your stupid ass
But word em up, word to moms, word is bond, word to God
With skin this dark, i can't get the job
I'm living like this cos' my life ain't changing till the day that i die
I'mma be steady slangin
See I'm living like this my life ain't changing till the day that i die
I'mma be slangin

Some brothers slang, inna crack business
Poopa could do but i choose to slang this
Paraphernalia, MIC and music
If you choose to inhale just don't abuse it
Harl up a lickel wicked ex-slave talk never could hurt nuttin
Never would write chore
Chicks off tip as i kick politricks, black kids wuhent supposed to make $1 kid
Now we get good and plenty, Shot outs props and thangs
All the came from the use of the slang
So what you talkin' when you say you'll ban this
You'll get a cock back la inna red hot clip !
A lickle summin summin, from the slang in me
You can't change me, I'm an ex-slave see
My lips, my nose, my coco black skin, subject to the slum and I'm steady slangin

Eric B. & Rakim | Don't Sweat The Technique (1992) Remix

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