[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
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
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