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]
Chorus:
Children, groovin, women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand
Everyone's got to make a livin
Children, groovin, women, confusion
Then go away, it's time to understand
Everyone's got to make a livin
Nineteen-ninety-two and, you and I were fightin
LAPD beatings got the whole world frontin
My man Rodney King and the Reginald ?Deeney?
You could look for justice but I bet you won't find any
Because people getting beatin, news keep repeatin
Chaos and anger, just surely peakin
Yo everybody's runnin, some of them are gunnin
Avalanche the block, feel the anger, wantin something
'Cause some of them are frontin
They didnt know the reason
Emotion in the end made it feel like revolution
And yeah, yeah, you can yell out your brains
I tell you right now, we got eight years of chains
Hook:
So hurry up because I'm runnin out of clip
Runnin out of time
Runnin out of clip
Runnin out of time
Runnin out of clip
Runnin out of time
Runnin out of clip (What)
Runnin out of time
Chorus
Nineteen-ninety-seven, reduction of a nation
The government is slayin, new laws is what you're facin
Next comes the clonin, they're makin new creation
Secretly forming soldiers of you and they station
No more free education on former segregation
Politics's about affirmative activation
So make a run for the border
Caught by the deporter
The immigration caught you but you got to leave your daughter
We are slowly being slaughtered
So be prepared for the new world order
Yeah, yeah, you can yell out your brains
I tell you right now, we got eight years of chains
Hook
Chorus
Year two-thousand, what's it really holdin
Or is it really right, live beyond on what you're knowing
Or is it that technology is what keeps on going
Could it be that the end of time is what I'm showing
I don't see any grass growin
Everything's conquered, we're running out of land
And goddamn yo, I'm runnin out of clip
I'm almost out of time
Runnin out of
Damn, I'm almost out of time
We could all try now but just look up in the sky
We ain't got no ozone left, we are gonna die
Crime and corruption, is the only season
Is it 'cause the reason is that we out of time
Chorus (2x)
