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 libs to fade]