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]