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Tytuł: Uncivilized

  • Wykonawca: The Beatnuts
  • Wy¶wietleń: 270
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