Tech N9ne - Tech's Mex lyrics

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 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



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

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

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
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

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

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)