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1. The Beatnuts are a 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 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.

Early on in their career they produced whole albums for Posse members Common Sense and Chi-Ali. Their production is noted as some of the finest and most accomplished, if unheralded, in all of hip-hop, often intricately detailed (as in their finely honed work for Mos Def on two tracks from Black on Both Sides) but more regularly barnstorming, club-friendly, flourish-laden party music. Jennifer Lopez used their track "Watch Out Now" as the instrumental for her song "Jenny from the Block". The Beatnuts produced more songs for the artists they had previously collaborated with as well as Fat Joe, Suprême NTM and Da Youngsta's. At the same time, The Beatnuts made their name as remix specialists by remixing songs for MC Lyte, Da Lench Mob, Naughty by Nature, Jomanda and others.

The Beatnuts are noted for being unabashedly, bullishly ribald and in-your-face performers. Recent Beatnuts albums are characterised by more Latin influences.

Less known is they are considered part of the Native Tongues collective. The Beatnuts are the only Latino members of the Native Tongues collective. Although only peripheral members, they are routinely acknowledged by Q-Tip.

Uncivilized
The Beatnuts Lyrics

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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 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

Overall Meaning

In the song Uncivilized by The Beatnuts featuring Don Gobbi, the rappers deliver intense and violent lyrics about their ability to harm and kill others. Psycho Les starts the first verse by threatening to chop someone with an axe and rapping about his dislike for those who talk too much during his recording sessions. He wants to start a fight and uses his knuckle game when someone disses him. Don Gobbi follows with even more graphic language, talking about cutting someone's face like a pumpkin and describing his team as "militant criminals." He warns that he can turn "diesel" niggas into "involents," and that fake thugs will get "missiles launched to their coordinates."

The song is a commentary on the violent and aggressive nature of some rap music, particularly in the 90s when it was released. The Beatnuts were known for their gritty and raw sound and lyrics, and Uncivilized is no exception. The hook repeats the titular phrase "uncivilized" four times, emphasizing the theme of barbarism and brutality. Ultimately, the song is a warning to others not to mess with the rappers, who are not afraid to use physical force to protect themselves and their careers.

Line by Line Meaning

I'm coming running at you with an axe, chop you in the hip
I'm ready to attack you violently with an axe, targeting your lower body

Now you fuckin' hop don't don't ask me any questions (questions)
Don't bother asking me any questions while you're in pain and hopping in fear

Why too many ears at my sessions
There are too many people listening in on my recording sessions

With opions, but not this year (no question)
People have opinions about my music, but this year I'm only giving straight answers

Strickly answers, Luke dancers, chasing off happy campers
I'll stick to giving straightforward answers and reject anyone who's too happy or comfortable around me

And want to be rap gangsters, yappin' that shit I don't like
I don't like wannabe gangsters who talk too much about things they don't understand or live

But not tonight we bring that shit to start a fight
Tonight, we're bringing our aggressive music to start a fight or argument

Nigga dissed me, forget this and you back in the rhyme with a punch line
If someone disrespects me, I won't forget it and I'll retaliate with a clever insult

No false assumption, I cut a face just like a pumpkin
I won't make any wrong assumptions, I'll just cut your face like a pumpkin with my lethal skills

You just a munshkin, not even half of the equivalent
You're insignificant and not even half as good as me and my team

My team is militant, criminals who swear they innocent
My team is made up of disciplined and ruthless criminals who deny their guilt

I turn diesel niggas to involents
I can defeat anyone, even the toughest guys who think they're invincible

You started it, I'll finish it, deminish it
If you provoke me, I'll make sure to end it and make you feel smaller

Smokin' Suckas Wit Logic and raised with project lobby
I grew up in poor and dangerous area and developed smart and cunning strategies to survive

Hip hop cornered it, a-yo we fear none, rappers hootchies and spear guns
We dominate the hip hop scene and are fearless against anyone, whether they're bad rappers or violent thugs

Bustin' threw your ear drums, we leave the ears numb
Our music is so intense that it can damage your eardrums and leave you feeling numb

Get You Open like Black Moon and spot a kill of gorillas
Our music can 'get you open' or excited like Black Moon's music, and we can also spot and defeat powerful enemies

A plattoon of baboons (that stab wounds) to make the shit worse hit up your soft spaces
We have a group of savage and brutal attackers who will make things even worse for you by attacking your weak spots

And torch places and leave the spot crispy, smokin' like a hippy
We'll destroy and burn down your hiding places and leave them ruined and smoky like the aftermath of a hippy's party

Unciviled (x4)
We're still uncivilized and aggressive

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: JERRY TINEO, LESTER FERNANDEZ, MICHAEL SMALL, NATHANIEL HALL

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