Post by kaiser on Feb 14, 2007 22:47:18 GMT 1
Let's trace the hints and check the file
Let 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 'till mc's 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
Wit a melody and a president's mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits
wit' beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps
My underground sound vibrates the streets
MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique
It was lunch period, although Taj wasn't at lunch. He decided, that he would do a little bit of "Inspirational Murals" before he ate. The one thing he liked to do while he was tagging up, was listen to old school rap. He loved hip hop, and only hip hop. Also, he liked to think that he had his own theme song while he was doing some graffiti. As he roamed through the halls, he found what he was looking for. There it was in it's magnificent beauty, in the corridors of Hircine high, there layed a blank, white wall. In this case, it was Taj's new canvas. He had to be quick though. He checked his watch.
[It's 11:45. I have until 1:00. Can I do it?]
Don't Sweat the Technique
They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but
Researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what's next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience's ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I'm also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, I'm a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles that'll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don't have to speak just seek
And peep the technique
A smirk ran across Taj's face. That verse from Rakim gave him the exact confidence he needed for such a task. And with that he went to work.
One hour later...
Taj grinned.
[Don't sweat the technique..]
His masterpiece was completed...
Let 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 'till mc's 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
Wit a melody and a president's mix
And now I stay on target and refuse to miss
And I still make hits
wit' beats, parties, clubs, in the cars and jeeps
My underground sound vibrates the streets
MC's wanna beef then I play for keeps
When they sweat the technique
It was lunch period, although Taj wasn't at lunch. He decided, that he would do a little bit of "Inspirational Murals" before he ate. The one thing he liked to do while he was tagging up, was listen to old school rap. He loved hip hop, and only hip hop. Also, he liked to think that he had his own theme song while he was doing some graffiti. As he roamed through the halls, he found what he was looking for. There it was in it's magnificent beauty, in the corridors of Hircine high, there layed a blank, white wall. In this case, it was Taj's new canvas. He had to be quick though. He checked his watch.
[It's 11:45. I have until 1:00. Can I do it?]
Don't Sweat the Technique
They wanna know how many rhymes have I ripped in rep., but
Researchers never found all the pieces yet
Scientists try to solve the context
Philosophers are wondering what's next
Pieces are took to last who observe them
They couldn't absorb them, they didn't deserve them
My ideas are only for the audience's ears
For my opponents, it might take years
Pencils and pens, are swords
Letters put together form a key to chords
I'm also a sculpture, born with structure
Because of my culture, I'm a rip and destruct the
Difficult styles that'll be for the technology
Complete sights and new heights after I get deep
You don't have to speak just seek
And peep the technique
A smirk ran across Taj's face. That verse from Rakim gave him the exact confidence he needed for such a task. And with that he went to work.
One hour later...
Taj grinned.
[Don't sweat the technique..]
His masterpiece was completed...