Black Eyed Peas, Kimma Hill - What It Is lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A'freaky-deaky, y'all! (All the time baby)
A'freaky-deaky, y'all! (All the time baby)
A'freaky-deaky, y'all! (All the time baby)
A'freaky-deaky, y'all! (All the time baby)
Uh, how you feelin' y'all? (I'm feelin' fine)
Uh, how you feelin' y'all? (I'm feelin' fine)
Uh, how you feelin' y'all? (I'm feelin' fine)
Uh, how you feelin' y'all? (I'm feelin' fine)
A'freaky-deaky y'all! (All the time baby)
A'freaky-deaky y'all! (All the time baby)
Uh, how you feelin' y'all? (I'm feelin' fine)
Uh, how you feelin' y'all? (I'm feelin' fine)

Yo, this is the way it's goin' down
We come in compound
Releasin' double-rounds in hound
Like heat sensors
Your defense techniques are no match
When I begin to draw back
Cover up your cardiac 'Cause I'll arrest ya
When I penetrate feel the pressure
The critical perfectionist
Rhythmic expressionist
We comin' deadlier than venom
And you'll be scared to pick the mic up again
Lyrically, you on the level of "Green
Eggs and Ham" your best bet is fold 'cause
I gots a bigger hand
Plus I'm steppin' like a monster
So go-go and scram you ain't experienced
You lucky if you ride the ambulance
'Cause when you dealin' with fool
Will is quite fatal
Shape-shiftin brothers like Play-Doh
Your rhymes are anal, and we ain't
Got no time to play, no
Games, put the mic down, boy
Try not to say no more o' them rhymes 'cause
You duplicate like Kinkos
You're a carbon copy with the wrinkles
You wacker than that nigga that be
Rhymin' in the Pringle commercials
Put your career in reversal

No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you

Strong communicator called the
Black Eyed Peas
Hard illustrator co-coordinate with ease
And duplicator crew, we put 'em all on freeze
Lock 'em in the cell
Then throw away the keys
Another lost identity in disease
Entity with a so-called MC enemies
Will decrease when I step into your sceneries
Of course now you off-course lost
Up in the source i'm running out of time
There's no time for no scrimmage
A race to raid the diamonds and
Replace it with the real image
Picture that, I know where I'm at
I know where I'm going and I'll be back
With a stronger impact lyrics be intact
Get you intoxicated when black attack
With the full-force pressure, hard to measure
On a rated scale, whack MC's won't prevail
On a dream of makin' cream
Braggin' about infrared beams
But it seems all they really
Pullin' is pullin' them schemes
I take it back to the essence of hip-hop
Never will I stop with my beat-box

No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you

Can you feel it? Hmm, I gotta get into you
Oh, I'm gonna show you what it is
I wanna get into you

No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you
No need to front, that's what it is
I gotta get into you
Oh, I gotta show you what it is
Gotta get into you