The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts - Uncivilized lyrics

rate me


Yeah, yeah yeah. Open your mouth (aaaah). Open it! Wide.

Psycho Les:

I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip

Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions)

Why too many ears at my sessions

With opions, but not this year (no question)

Strickly answers, Luke dancers, chasing off happy campers

And wanna be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit I don't like

But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight

So what the fuck? When I hit you know I struck

Knuckle game, test and get munked

Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line

Trying to slamp you in broad daylight around lunch time, so what the fuck?

Don Gobbi:

No false assumption, I cut a face just like a pumpkin

Potted up and drunken, grabbin' my balls while gruntin'

You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent

My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent

You insignificant, I turn diesel niggas to involents

You started it, I'll finish it, deminish it

I'm killing it, word duke, I let it known don't fuck with Gobbi

Act a man like rack of lamb and feed the body to the rody

Smokin' Suckas Wit Logic and raised with project lobby

I let you choose your fate, your only crews will wait

I'm heavyweight and when I'm old and great yo I rejuvenate

And duplicate, and slam man like Sumo tournaments

Fake thugs get plugged and missles launched to their coordinates

Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns

Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb

Get You Open like Black Moon and spot a kill of gorillas

A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your

soft spaces

A bunch of niggas with court cases and all faces

And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy

From now until I'm 50


Unciviled (x4)

But now I start to realize

Don Gobbi:

Yo turn the mic on, Ju visualize like nightcorn

You fake thug niggas still sleep with the lights on

You quite wrong thinkin' that your team is like strong

We strangle y'all niggas like pythons, we like flaws

Corona outlaws, 52 Southpaw

Hungary as niggas that'll come out yours

Stick a nigga in a heartbeat, it's the cold blooded Dominican dark meat


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