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 libs to fade