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]


You gotta keep it on the positive 

Na, na, na... 

Nowadays it's hard to make a livin but easy to make a killin 'cause 

People walk around one just one itchy feelin 

I feel nauseated from your evil drug dealin, bless feelin 

The definition of top billin 

It's ill the my vocabulary 

Diggin your life style scary 

No wonder why you carry a two, to retaliate 

Tryin to annihilate 

The one a two annihilate you 

They got some dude just to get you bugged 

Really y'all, this shit is all out of whack 

You can go out at night yet you won't come back 

And this verse that I'm kickin some might take it personal 

And come out and get me, but worst of all 

These rap fans are taking these shit serious 

It ain't New York versus L.A. 

'Cause really it's hip-hop, not a big ole' problem 

Now let's see what we could do to solve them (Solve them...) 

Na, na, na... 

We gotta keep it on the positive (Positive...) 

Na, na, na... 

We must keep it on the positive (Posivive...) 

Lucifer's got your little mind twisted 

'Cause God once gave you the meaning of life and you missed it 

You've been listed in the devil's books 

Livin the life of crooks and hoes and in such and such 

All that shit, that don't mean much 

You got one hand on your gat while your genitals are being touched 

Livin the life that's plushed and glamourus 

Drunk and high with your little soul's crushed 

Don't you know that life is a mirage 

I keep myself sober so my soul is camouflaged 

If the devil cannot see me tell me how can he attack me 

If he can't grasp a hold tell me how can he try to snatch me 

I ain't talking about the white man, the black man or a Jew man 

'Cause the devil can exist in every human 

Look how Biggie went out, and Tupac went out 

And Martin, and Malcolm, and Kennedy, and ?Squeek? 

And Adam, and Rene, and so on, and so on... 

Na, na, na... 

We gotta keep it on the positive (Positive...) 

Na, na, na... 

We gotta keep it on the positive (Posivive...) 

Even though we got problems 

We gotta find some way to solve 'em 

I hope you come and follow me now 

(Keep it on the positive) 

Even though we got problems 

I hope you find some way to solve 'em (Solve 'em...) 

(Keep it on the positive) 

P-O-S-I-T-I-V-I-T-Y (2x) 

We're currently located over the Los Angeles scene 

While you see a lot of niggas perpetrating like they're kings 

With this so-called God complex 

But when I see they mind they only see checks 

So let's get our heads together 

Let's form a foul weather 

Proclaim against perpetrators 

Well said, Alligator 

Our realm, no perpetrator 

A society choose the elevator 

Of success by identity cross-fader 

Complex thinking they're really much greater 

Plain raw, harness all, maybe rough radar 

Tough enough to perpetrate, I talk to you later 

But wait, what about that midget brains 

Unable to see reality too unreal 

I'm sealed with mind, body and soul 

Connected together, we tougher than leather 

We much more than you think we are 

We are the product of our on environment repent 

With equality, plus durality 

And taken all kind of posibilities (...bilities) 

I sing the song from the soul 

Let it rise from the tone 

Let it rhythmically grow 

Into it's own life 

Let it become you 

Then you become it 

Once you become it everything will be infinite 

Will be infinite, will be infinite, will be infinite... 

We much more than you think we are 

We are the product of our on environment repent 

With equality, plus durality 

And taken all kind of posibility 

I sing the song from the soul 

Let it rise from the tone 

Let it rhythmically grow 

Into it's own life 

Let it become you 

Then you become it 

Once you become it everything will be infinite 

Will be infinite, will be infinite, will be infinite...