Letra de What It Is, Black Eyed Peas



Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (x4) 
Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (x4) 
A freaky-dicky yo (All the time baby) -- (x2) 
Uh, how you feelin y'all (I'm feelin fine) -- (x2)
Yo, this is the way it's goin down 
We come in compound releasin double-rounds in hound 
Like Keith ?Senses? you defend techniques and on match 
When I begin to draw back, cover up your cardiac
'Cause I'ma rush ya, when I penetrate feel the pressure 
The critical perfectionist, rhythmic expressionist 
We comin deadly y'all ever in 
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 rubbers like Play Dough 
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 than rhymes 'cause you duplicate like Kinkos 
You're a carbon copy with the wrinkles 
You actin like a nigga that be rhymin in a Pringle commercial 
But you can wear it in rehearsal 

(Coro:)
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, this no time for no scrimmage 
Aristorate 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 rate, whack MC's won't prevail 
On a dream of makin dream braggin about infrared beams 
But it seems all they really pullin is pullin them schemes 
I take it back to the essense of hip-hop 
Never will I stop with my beat-box 

(Coro)

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 
No need to front, that's what it is 
I wanna get into you 
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