Bridging The Gap

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(apl de ap)
It's so amazing when a show is captivatin'
Gettin' everybody jumpin' and celebratin'
Only one's own musically be overlayin'
Connecting energy circulatin' inspiration
Together movin' in a synchronized formation
And if you're feelin' down this is survival from depression
You see the lesson is we're rhyming for our mission
Abolish circumstance transmitting from a piston
Taking what i can but keeping peace in moderation
Ap is like an eagle with the alligator patience
Ready to attack any mic that i am facin'
No limitation where i'm takin' my creation cuz

(will)
We got we got we got it like that
We got we got we got it like that
We got we got we got it like that
We got we got we got it like that

(chorus)
You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot (c'mon stop)
Hot, hot, hot (c'mon now)

You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot (ooh wee)
Hot, hot, hot (c'mon now)

(will)
I'm more than ready to slice like machete
Leave ya like confetti
Break hearts like tom petty
Are you ready?
Cuz i am every metaphor
You are nearly ready for
The media predator
Cuz i'll bust in your session and kick my own raps, yes
Grab the microphone and show you where the forms at
Tell your girl adapts cuz the rhyme contact
And she easily attracted to it just like that
It's like this cuz the way we capitvatin'
We put her in a situation where she debatin'
If she gonna up and jump and leave her mate and
Go promote for us down at the radio station
She likes the
She really likes the music we be makin'
She likes the
She wants to be down when we creatin'
She likes the
She likes the way the vibe's vibratin'
Yo, yo
She likes the way the vibes y'all ratin'

(chorus)

We got we got we got it like that
We got we got we got it like that
We got we got we got it like that
We got we got we got it like that
We got we got we got it like that
Cuz we got got it like that
We got we got we got it like that
We got got got we got it like that

(taboo)
1,2, 3 taboo is on the set
It's the family clique broshiggez (aw shit)
Boy don't fret everything's aight
We gonna fall on up when luis in flight
Yo, fuck the rhyme tryin' we on poetic control
Nevermind the behind and step ahead of your soul
And move on to the next with the words we bless
Cuz black eyed peas is comin' hotter than sex
We're writin', rhymin', makin' the beats
Okay, hip hop blazers bringin' the heat
Motivate cut, cut and scratch the groove
Elevate then make them powerful moves
How amazin' is it?
It's so amazin' the blind be gazin'
Even got deaf people listenin' and sayin'
Keep on
And ya don't stop
We got the music that makes your body hot

You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot (c'mon now)
Hot, hot, hot (ohh wee)

You're so amazing, you are so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot (c'mon now)
Hot, hot, hot (y'all need to quit)

You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot (c'mon now)
Hot, hot, hot (c'mon now)

You're so amazing, you're so hot and so blazing
You're hot, hot, hot (its time to go)
Hot, hot, hot (its time to go)

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]

[verse one]
As soon as a la stepped off (the floor)
People started hollerin (for more)
Beggin us to bless 'em with an (encore)
You know the peas they game to that (for sure)
No matter what the coast we, be on
Pacific or atlantic we, stay strong
Foreign or domestically, we conquer
All obstacles professionally and rock on
And that's exactly how we made it rock (made it rock)
We turn this on and then we make it hot (make it hot)
We also known to cause a state of shock (state of shock)
We start at 2 then go to 10 o'clock (10 o'clock)
10 o'clock the next day that is (day that is)
No matter what city or state that is (state that is)
Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is (way that is)
Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is

[chorus - 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york

[verse two: pos]
Introduce posdonus y'all ('nus y'all)
Sticky like cous-cous y'all (cous y'all)
Be the words that i ap-ply (ap-ply)
My peeps mass, karma n.y. (n.y)
Check it out, you see you other emcees, sound like brother emcees
Raised by the same pop and mother emcees
While i got a lot of brand in my name, i'm recognizable
Leavin me the cash amount, that's quite sizable
Rich in that english that's broke as hell
That's why my niggaz in the hood understand me so well
Its the modern rap type talk
Used to walk, all over your ears
You hear the thump, this track pumps like, well order
Some others fell short of the line of finish
You didn't practice harder at the scrimmage
Now my image is the golden cup
My career is dirty compared to yours, it's all washed up

[chorus - 4x]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york

[verse three: dove]
We, we, we, we regulate and cross plates, destruct ya
Toss coins to distract it and we bust ya
Minds blow bigger than tempers out in russia
Cuss like a sailor, make you shame like thelya
Stitch a verse tailored to fit
Spray paintin' your spit
On the deco we art, spread apart
I raid mo' tracks than flicks in "beat street"
With kicks until the sole/soul wear out, never that!
We weather that, you light in the ass and feather that
Heavy like black leather coats, you pleather that
Last dick on the line, we way ahead of that
Squeezin like freddie foxx, and his two glocks
Rocks don't impress niggaz who speak to god
We get jams to make a tuna melt
Held down by the bep, we strictly, new getty
Two-fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look like?

[chorus to fade]
Back, back, back, back, and forth
From ca-li to new york

I called chad on wednesday night
So we could make plans for thursday night
He said "we could go hit the peapods"
I was like yeah, that's my favorite spot
Plus i like it there, cuz i got love on the list
High powered juice, where i don't even get frisked
Walk up in the place and get love from the misses
Pounds from my brothers, cuz they knowing that disses
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend come
Y'all could come
So go tell ya momma come and ya papa come
Go to spin the record so we can get dumb
Place packed, capacity maximum
Due to my man polo promotion
And i can't wait to go out and hear some

[chorus] esthero
Jumping music, swift d.j.'s
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend cuz, here i come
Because weekends were, werrrre

Walk in the club at like 10 o' clock
And the spot is hot, blowing up rooftops
Its thursday night and the night is young
Four day weekend, time to have some fun
D.j.'s scutter up, drop them joints
Everybody's been waiting to dance and make noise
B-boys, let me see you break it down
And ladies, let your hips move around
Its the sound of the bep family
Got a poet named life and a sister kimy (worrrrd up)
And the blood of abraham (worrrrd up)
So let's get ready for the jam

[chorus] esthero
Jumping music, swift d.j.'s
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend cuz, here i come
Because weekends were, werrrre

[bridge]
It was a thursday night and the party was bumpin'
And the bass was thumpin' and people was jumpin'
And taboo's at the front door comin'
Taboo's at the front door comiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
And
And (here he come now)
And
Nah, nah, nah

Yo, mister will.i.am (mister will.i.am)
Win or win (mister will.i.am)
Get our boogie on when the weekend come
Check the peapod, cuz the vibes is strong
Salinas filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ones
B-boys, b-girls, ready to what
Breaking and shaking when we doing our ish
J-rock from the beat junkies ready to mix
Cuz they cutting up the wax for everybody
Come on over cuz were having a party
We lighting up the sky with the burning star
Throw your hands in the air, if you know who you are
Cuz we jumpin' around with the broshigeez
And get less by the beat pharmacy, cuz they hitting you with

[chorus] esthero
Jumping music, swift d.j.'s
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend cuz, here i come
Because weekends were (werrrre)

....worrrrd up
....worrrrd up

Look out weekend cuz, here i come
Because weekends were, werrrre

What?

[verse one]
A lot of brothers, claimin they hard (huh?)
I grab the microphone and leave 'em scarred (scarred)
But not scarred physically (what?)
More like scarred mentally (yeah)
I correct your ego (your ego?)
I'ma show you how it go {*scratch "go"*}
Cause you killin me, ain't no skill in you
With my hands on you i wouldn't be feelin you
Yeah you platinum, but you wack as hell
I dubbed over your single like a maxell
You need to
* stop now, get original
Start practicin, master your flow
You might as well, turn in your mic
And start collectin dollars at the turnpike
Cause the rhymes you kick, need to be fixed
But you couldn't even fix them {*scratch "in the mix*}
If you ate pebbles, your shit wouldn't rock
You one of them balloons made to go pop
You need to
* stop now, get original
Start practicin, master your flow
Stop now, get original
Whaaat?
* stop now, get original
Start practicin, master your flow

[verse two]
There is really nothin you can do
We about to hit you in your face with my kung-fu
Risky on the microphone, i am
Got the energy of (??) and (??)
I'm about to let you know the deal on how i feel
Many people can't be real, so they gotta chase the steel
What the deal? is it really all about the bills?
What's the thrill? i'd rather have my soul fulfilled
You gotta
* stop now, get original
Start practicin, master your flow
We delegate the skills to conversating
The loss of motivation of mc's to create
Sent it in for quick hit, waitin for the break
You didn't pay your dues, so you got on rikki lake
How does it feel to be the man on top
When everything you got ain't any of your props?
You need to
* stop now, get original
Start practicin, master your flow
Stop now, get original
* stop now, get original
Start practicin, master your flow

[verse three - chali 2na]
When you think about rap in it's entirety
Violence became variety
Silently personalities differ from what they try to be
2na be on the frontline, with rhyme shell i hit you
You're sluggish like a barbituate
We can make you admit you bit
A hectic thrill, connect with will
And we create with the kung-fu collective skill
The checks get real, people think this shit is hunky-dory
It's another story while we be fightin for re-
-demption pimps and prostitutes get the break they need
With breakneck speed, the fakes succeed indeed
Thinkin life is a party and it's a must to please
But many pop mc's work for mephistopheles stop it please
Choppin broccoli happily for your company
Publically sellin satan when really you should be bumpin the truth
So stop now
* stop now, get original
Just practice and master your flow