Tech's Mex

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 I'm original, all they bite is a 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 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 a 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 the be, cut the sting off (juh) When the king boss bring frost Making your lowest temperature seem false (suh) I'm original, all they bite is a 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 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 It's over the way you sniffing and you digging 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 (cha) 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 with a pot full of some queso fresco I'm original, all they bite is a 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 Tech N9na (Tech N9na) Original (original) All the others (all the others) are Taco Bell (are Taco bell) And I'm that (I'm that) El Patron Having that parrillada (parrillada)