The real lyrics:
- Who you be kid?
- who you be?
- Who you be kid?
- who you be?
- Who you be kid?
- who you be?
- AIYO
Tell me who you be!
- UHHHHHHHHHHH
I be the black demon dentist
- Knocking out teeth
Causing beef
- who got flow
I gets loose like leaf
- Paper
Hardcore in store
- Like data
Process smoke the sess now
- Save some for later
Emcees you better leave me
- Allergic to my style
You take the mic
- And get sneezy:
ACHOOO!
- Here goes a white cloud for you
But I take a white owl
- And gets high like a mountain
Do Rest in peace
- To your crew
‘cause the heads I blew
- Set the soul from the shoe
Now your whole crew's ghost-like:
- BOOOO
When I go BLAOWW
- To the sound
From the boogie woogie
- DOOOOWN
- Who you be kid?
- who you be?
- Who you be kid?
Tell me who you be!
- Who you be kid?
- who you be?
- What up kid?
Tell me who you be!
- I be the TEK NITTI
Eating Mcees
- Like jeffrey dahmers
I k** the drama
- And mail the head
Onto your mama
- Rutheless karma
Styles will leave
- To kosama
Transious set
- The rock world
Like lava
- Make my loyals bet
In traffic
- Just slam a cranberry
Sauce
- When i bring the
Force there
- Cause im very
Tough
- With the rough
Mcees
- Dont get enough
So i bust down their
- Assss and
Rip up
- The red stuff
for that bluff
- and make them n***as
run frantic
- make ‘em panic
‘Cause I flow like The atlantic
- Ocean (oh sh**)
‘cause I be Roasting
- And toasting
Bragging and boasting
- Keeps mc's golden
bring it open
- now it's open (what?)
saw him (what?)
- mine? (what?)
but we've been (what?)
- hush up n***a
don't say a word
- when I'm speaking
it's TEK NITTI (TEK NITTI)
- The wild a** kid
From the group home
- W(ho)recking the mic
At a backyard
- Or A tool store
Crazy body bags
- At my basement (Aiight!)
Go march with a skeleton
- ..And mess up at every placement
The microphone's mine
- n***a never geta turn
Try to touch
- and might'ya
catch third degree burn
- so who you be kid?
Who you be?
- So who you be kid?
Who you be?
- So who you be kid?
Who you be?
- Who you be kid?
Who you be?
- It's the black demon!
Bustin' MC's with no ha**le
- Giving MC's black eye
Like the dog from the little rascals
- They get a**-sault
Do what I have'to
- Try to fight back
But that's sh**
- I gots to blast you (BLAOW)
So take caution:
- I'm not joking
I'm like a bag of smoke
- That you're smoking
I beat MC's yolk
- ‘till they're broken
To pieces
- Oh my Jesus!
I'm done with your aunt
- So what's up with your nieces?
Got the jimmy hat
- So I catch no diseases
Hit the booty gat
- Now I'm straight like creases
Puffing on a L
- As my mouth releases (WHAT?):
..The smoke, I no joke
- ‘cause I provoke
I'm like a tim hardaway crossover
- n***as get broke
The boogie down flavor
- As I catch rep
Black demon represents
- Like a science project
- I paralyze
Tek nine
- To put clowns in a coma
Glaucoma
- Going around selling the aroma
Of fresh blood
- You'se a dot
I k** quick
- Quick I k**
Get a thrill
- When blood spills
b**h, hill chill
- Down my spine
My tek nine
- Shoots nines
Flying Through your forehead
- Blow your mind!
So you're painless
- Brainless
It's stainless
- But painless
Brothers stick their foot
- Up your an*s (BAAOW!)
I rhyme props
- ‘cause I'm top-notch!
Come out to face the raw weigh
- You can jump like I'm a scotch (AIIGHT!)
So don't attempt
- to write what I've figured
when it comes to blow my hits
- I will hop the short temp
[Outro]
Bro NX “Bro Nx"
Bro NX "Bro Nx"
Bro NX "Bro Nx"
Represent "on the mile” mile!
No doubt “no doubt"
Punk out "get out"
Got red "get what"
Watch the Bro NX here
Can't walk with the bro NX flow yo
Bro NX from Bronx