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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (4x)
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Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (4x)
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A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (2x)
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Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (2x)
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Yo, this is the way it's goin down
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We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound
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Like Keith ?Senses? you defend techniques and on match
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When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac
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'Cause I'ma rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure
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The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist
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We comin deadly y'all ever in
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And you'll be scared to pick the mic up again
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Lyrically you on the level of "Green, Eggs and Ham"
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Your best bet is fold 'cause I gots a bigger hand
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Plus I'm steppin like a monster so go-go and scram
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You ain't experienced, you lucky if you ride the ambulance
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'Cause when you dealin with fool Will is quite fatal
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Shape-shiftin rubbers like Play Dough
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Your rhymes are anal and we ain't got no time to play
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No games, put the mic down, boy, try not to say no
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More than rhymes 'cause you duplicate like Kinkos
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You're a carbon copy with the wrinkles
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You actin like a nigga that be rhymin in a Pringle commercial
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But you can wear it in rehearsal
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Chorus:
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No need to front, that's what it is
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I gotta get into you
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Oh, I gotta show you what it is
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Gotta get into you
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Strong communicator called the Black Eyed Peas
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Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
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And duplicator crew, we put em all on freeze
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Lock em in the cell, then throw away the keys
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Another lost identity in disease
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Entity with a so-called MC enemies
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Will decrease when I step into your sceneries
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Of course now you off course lost up in the source
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I'm running out of time, this no time for no scrimmage
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Aristorate the diamonds and replace it with the real image
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Picture that, I know where I'm at
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I know where I'm going and I'll be back
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With a stronger impact lyrics be intact
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Get you intoxicated when black attack
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With the full-force pressure, hard to measure
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On a rate, whack MC's won't prevail
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On a dream of makin dream braggin about infrared beams
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But it seems all they really pullin is pullin them schemes
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I take it back to the essense of hip-hop
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Never will I stop with my beat-box
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Chorus
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Can you feel it
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Hmm, I gotta get into you
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Oh, I'm gonna show you what it is
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I wanna get into you
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No need to front, that's what it is
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I gotta get into you
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No need to front, that's what it is
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I wanna get into you
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[Repeat]
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What Is It
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| Black Eyed Peas |
