Tech's Mex Songtext
von Tech N9ne

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)