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