Beatnuts The Uncivilized Lyrics

Uncivilized Lyrics

Intro:

 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

 

 Hook