The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts - Uncivilized (feat. Don Gobbi) songtekst

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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

 Hook:
 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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