The Black Eyed Peas - Bep Empire Lyrics

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Three, four.. 

Chk UHH.. chk UHH.. 

I'm the W-I, double-L-I-Am 
Linkin up with the *311*, do it (do it) 
He's the T-to-the-A-to-the-B-oh-oh 
Linkin up with the *311*, do it (do it) 
He's the A-P-L-to-the-D-E-Ap 
Linkin up with the *311*, do it.. 
And we the B-to-the-E-to-the-P 
Hookin up with *311*(?) 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 
311 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]

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lyrics submitted by pilk
lyrics corrected by Lyndsey on 24-09-2009