[Intro]
Gave it a try, but I never considered the brothers would always try to hype me up
Shorty Mack, he really psyched me up
When I wrote that back in the day
I was laughing to myself knowing they'd be jeffin'
When they hear this and they still do it today
But I wrote that style back in '87
[Chorus]
I'm original, all the biters are Tech's Mex
No residual, y'all should write us a blessed check
On the set, let's have a dialect test
Unequivocal, y'all are liars and Tech-esque
Why? I devour things
Kill 'em like a psycho shower scene
I'm authentic and y'all lost and sick
Shredded cheese, ground beef and sour cream
[Verse 1]
They be loving the way that N9na chop it up into pieces
They wanna thieve it, not even keep it a secret
But the way I kick it, they couldn't stick it with adhesive
They wanna reach it up on the level the beast is
But they release it, with fake American cheeses — that is the cheapest
They know the price of the Seepage I freak with
Why in this business, we go make peace with the leeches?
We are the teachers, like a penitentiary, got the bars to keep ya
Being our believers, if you're not welp, hard to reach us like a top-shelf margarita
I flowed the best way, on the mic I'ma go for let's-play
Gassing, I got to go collect pay, "Rojo" the set say
Dressing like a soldier, ese
Beat you with a fucking molcajete if you chose the Tech's spray— to try to see dough
Said you came up with it, then you lying like a Leo
I'm quite the hero, but the passive level has went to zero
Try me, I'll roll you up like a taquito
With chicken and chorizo, bean sauce
'Cause of biters, the N9na had many dreams lost
But the one I became to be, cut the sting off
When the king boss bring frost, making your lowest temperature seem false
[Chorus]
I'm original, all the biters are Tech's Mex
No residual, y'all should write us a blessed check
On the set, let's have a dialect test
Unequivocal, y'all are liars and Tech-esque
Why? I devour things
Kill 'em like a psycho shower scene
I'm authentic and y'all lost and sick
Shredded cheese, ground beef and sour cream
[Bridge]
If this pertaining to you, don't be sore papa
But you wallow my music like white on rice, that's horchata
You takin', you never pay homage to N9na is more caca
If you did not take nada from Tech you might live in a poor casa
[Verse 2]
It's over the way you sniffin' and you're diggin' in my hit folder to get dough, bruh
I'm never your lyric molder, you get shoulder or better yet a pistola!
Bit the quick flow-er, ha!
You became a big roller, ha!
How you gonna hiss cobra right at the lip soldier, you'll hit a brick boulder, ha!
And this ain't for the fan that is inspired
Wanna yank from the man that is in fire
When he's dank on the jam and he win buyers
Bank's gonna land on his empire
Speaking 'bout the mental robbers and get in the dollars
Never say how they got it, don't attend the holler
Never mentioning Tech is like a sin to Allah
Like cheddar on enchiladas, empanadas
I keep hearing the Tech N9na replay
When I peep some of the cadences he spray
Use my formula to come up is cliche
But your movements are fishy, ceviche
Everybody, they know Tech's flow
Haters who clip it, they never pay no checks though
Tell 'em hasta luego, get low
Hit 'em wit' a pot full of some queso fresco
[Chorus]
I'm original, all the biters are Tech's Mex
No residual, y'all should write us a blessed check
On the set, let's have a dialect test
Unequivocal, y'all are liars and Tech-esque
Why? I devour things
Kill 'em like a psycho shower scene
I'm authentic and y'all lost and sick
Shredded cheese, ground beef and sour cream
[Outro]
Tech N9na (Tech N9na), original (original)
All the others (all the others) are Taco Bell (are Taco Bell)
And I'm that (and I'm that) El Patron having that parrillada (parrillada)
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