Three, four..
Chk UHH.. chk UHH..
I'm the W-I, double-L-I-Am
Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the T-to-the-A-to-the-B-oh-oh
Linkin up with the Primo, do it (do it)
He's the A-P-L-to-the-D-E-Ap
Linkin up with the Primo, do it..
And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P
Hookin up with Primo (?) do it (do it)
[Verse One]
We comin through to take control of each zip code
Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso
We gonna strike each city from 'Frisco
Tokyo to back to San Luis Obispo
(??) data, descendants of Amadeus
Transmitted through your CD's, tapes and record players
We the crusaders, attack like alligators
Yo, we're known to elevate like escalators
Yo, we comin through to control your area
Black Eyed Peas control your area
Bringin the vibe that create hysteria
Wack MC's vacate your area
We three deep, comin out of yo' speaker
I'm bustin your woofer and tearin through your tweeter
Every rapper's talkin bout killin somebody
but they ain't hip-hop to me (check it out)
[Chorus]
This is the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
We keep it keep it movin, non non stop
{*scratch "Black Eyed Peas"*} Yo, we keep it movin
{*scratch*} Yo, we keep it movin
the hip hip hip, the hop hop hop
We keep it keep it movin, non non stop
{*scratch "Black Eyed Peas"*} Yo, we keep it movin
{*scratch*} We got to keep it movin
[Verse Two]
It's the Black Eyed Peas (?) climbin up the Empire
State tower livin is the mission desired
I see a lot of liars so to dem I cross and fire
and they lyrics soundin tired, repetitious and expired
Cool dem down troop before they time get picked
I can't take dem serious talkin about bullshit
Got money and cars but, can't bullshit
and your lyrics are soundin like, some doo doo shit
While I'm holdin the mic tight, recite livin insight
so we can all benefit from the artform
(??) took, (??) you to make dough
but forgot the main goal, almost lost the soul and got norm
Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin
but it ain't hip-hop to me (why why why)
Cause everybody's talkin bout, high profilin
but it ain't hip-hop to me (so check it out y'all)
[Chorus]
{*scratch* "I like the way the rhythm makes me jump"}
{"Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin,
'That's the joint, that's the jam'"}
{*scratch* "Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the"}
{"Black Eyed Peas"}
{"Through a nation we build, off the music field
or a visual thrill, we do what we feel"}
[Verse Three]
Yeah, your style's dated and you ain't came out yet
Don't think you're +fresh+ cause you're rockin them outfits
I think you're lost, cause you don't know where your route is
Pick up the mic, put your money where your mouth is
I pick up the mic and put my lyrics where my mouth is
Hit your spirit, make you jump out them couches
Quick agility to slow-like slouches
with more bounce to the freak of def ounces
And we announce this, follow us to show you what the sound is
Primo and the Peas collaboratin like great
Aiyyo let's do this, let's do this, we show you who the crew is
Black Eyed Peas is like the rulers leavin all you brothers clueless
Haters hater us if you wanna, we gon' speak on it
We gon' tell the world why hip-hop is haunted
Funny is a drug and MC's is on it
We gon' take it back to the days of Soulsonic
[Chorus] * 2X w/ variations
[ad ilbs to fade]
What's wrong with the world mama?
people livin like they ain't got no mamas.
i think the whole world's addicted to the drama,
only attracted to things that'll bring the trauma.
overseas, yeah, we trying to stop terrorism,
but we still got terrorists hear livin
in the USA, the big CIA the blood through the cripts of the KKK.
but if you only have love for your own race,
then you only leave space to dicriminate,
and to discriminate only generates hate,
and when you hate then you're bound to get irate.
madness is what you demonstrate,
and that's exactly how anger works and operates.
man, ya gotta have love to set it strait.
take control of your mind and meditate.
let your soul gravitate to the love ya'll
{chorus-justin}
people killin, people dyin,
children hurtin, you hear them cryin.
can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheek?
father, father, father help us
send some guidance from above.
these people got me, got me questionin,
where is the love?
(where is the love,
where is the,
where is the love,
the love, the love)
it just ain't the same.
all ways have changed.
new days are strange.
is the world still the same?
if love and peace are so strong,
why are there pieces of love that don't belong?
nations dropping bombs.
chemical gases fillin lungs of little ones,
with ongoing suffering as the youth die young.
so ask yourself, is the lovin really caused
so i can ask myself, really what is goin on
in this world that we livin in
people keep on givin in
makin wrong decisions,
only visions of a different end
not respectin each other
i and my brother
a war's goin on but the reason's undercover
the truth is kept secret
and swept under the rug
if you never know truth then you never know love
where's the love ya'll? (i dunno know)
where's the truth ya'll? (i dunno know)
{chorus}
i feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
as i'm gettin older ya'll people gets colder
most of us only care about money-makin
selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
wrong information always shown by the media
negative images is the main criteria
infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
what ever happened to the values of humanity?
what ever happend to the fairness and equality?
instead of spreading love we spreading animosity
like us understanding leading us away from unity
that's the reason why sometimes i'm feelin under
that's the reason why sometimes i'm feelin down
there's no wonder why some times i'm feelin under
gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
{chorus}
