[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)