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The Beatnuts

The Beatnuts are a New York-based hip hop group and production duo from Queens, New York City. Its current members are JuJu and Psycho Les. JuJu (born Jerry Tineo on December 4, 1968) is Dominican American from Corona and Psycho Les (born Lester Fernandez on April 10, 1972) is a Colombian American from Jackson Heights. The Beatnuts are the only Latino members of the Native Tongues collective. Although only peripheral members, they are routinely acknowledged by Q-Tip. The Beatnuts were originally a trio before Kool Fashion, now known as Al' Tariq, left the group to start a solo career. The Mighty V.I.C. (Groove Merchantz, Ghetto Pros) was also a member of The Beatnuts' production team for a while. more »

Year:

1997

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featuring Don Gobbi 

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 want to be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit I don't like 
But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight 
So what the f*ck? 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 f*ck? 

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 f*ck 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

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