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Yeah, yeah check it out, y'all
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
It's too much looky, looky, looky
Too much watchy, watchy, wah
They looky, looky, looky
And they watchy, watchy, wah
Tell me why all these bumaclutz try to clown me
I tell 'em move away, me need some privacy
Don't you know I am the man that come up positivity
Never negativity 'cause we create then do-re-mi
My name is Will I am from BEP
Black Eyed Peas, numero uno, we be jammin' like Marty
If I'm technical with my rhymes, let me know now
I shake it all around, niggas know how we be throwin' down

Too much looky, who be ditchin' y'all like hooky
Honey's wanna get up on me like suki-suki
They call me on my telley talkin' 'bout mushi-mushi
They pullin' on my body, feelin' on my tushi-tushi
It's too much looky, looky, looky
Too much watchy, watchy, wah
They looky, looky, looky and they watchy, watchy, wah
And don't you know, I need some privacy
Excuse me young girl, me need some privacy
'Cause the Black Eyed Peas is coming woofin' mighty-mighty flow
I'm deliverin' the rhymes because my mama told me so
I'ma do what my mama say and rock dollar y'all
Mama say, mama sah, mamu-makusta
Too much looky, and we the last cookie
Where pastry, dippin' like, umm umm, le criste
Lickin' on your finger and you lickin' your hand
That good, finish that man make sure, make sure
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now
It's too much looky, looky, looky
Too much watchy, watchy, wah
They looky, looky, looky and they watchy, watchy, wah
And you know, I need some privacy
Go play somewhere else, me need some privacy
We open up, bottle killin', the business, showbiz
We be passin' the Peas, purposely and positive
Wonder if is, where does it last, say, "Here it is"
Should be all up in your ear, with a test and a quiz
See ya dance, say, "Damn, now what it is?"
Want to in sync with all the Pea body kids
You be nodding your head back and forth like this
They be feelin' my move, then your mind is in bliss
So put your hands together now we ready to bounce
Got the whole world waiting for this, to be announced
Know you just got satisfaction by the ounce
You can either jump up and boogie or just lounge
It's too much looky, looky, looky
Too much watchy, watchy, wah
They looky, looky, looky and they watchy, watchy, wah
I thought I said need some privacy
Go play somewhere else, me need some privacy
Recite more poetic, a tactic from the attic
Apl De Ap, gets critical and droppin' shit
Like a dimensional picture
You architect, so I free you to get the scripture
But when it hit ya, I got you turning like elixir
Back a glass of cognac, we divide the mixture
I'm about to fix you up, with a new texture
More information better down like a letter and in the sector
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now
Clap your hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap our hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap our hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
Just clap our hands y'all, c'mon, c'mon
It's too much looky, looky, looky
Too much watchy, watchy, wah
They looky, looky, looky and they watchy, watchy, wah
You know I need some privacy
Go play somewhere else, me need some privacy
So put your hands together now we ready to bounce
Got the whole world waiting for this, to be announced
Know you just got satisfaction by the ounce
You can either jump up and boogie or just lounge
It's too much looky, looky, looky
Too much watchy, watchy, wah
They looky, looky, looky and they watchy, watchy, wah
You gotta give me privacy
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now
It's too much looky, looky, looky
Too much watchy, watchy, wah
They looky, looky, looky
And they watchy, watchy, wah
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now, people clap your hands
Clap your hands now, people stomp your feet
Clap your hands now

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VaShawn Mitchell was born and raised in Chicago, IL. The city known as the birthplace of Gospel music quickly made its imprint on him. When he was barely a teenager, VaShawn became the assistant music director of St. Mark Baptist Church, working closely with nationally renowned choir leader Lonnie Hunter.



For nearly a decade he served as Minister of Music at Bishop Larry D. Trotter’s Sweet Holy Spirit Church, setting the musical tone both within the church walls and on the ministry’s top-selling recording projects. The youngest Minister of Music in that church’s history, he successfully merged the contemporary themes he composed with the traditional choir vibe that marked the church’s worship services.



Throughout the years, VaShawn’s artistic vision has grown, shaping him into a mature worship leader and a recognized Gospel songwriter. His songs have been recorded by some of Gospel’s most celebrated artists, including Smokie Norful (“Just Can’t Stop”), Vanessa Bell Armstrong (“Help”), and Bishop Paul Morton (“Cry Your Last Tear”).



It is now his role as a music minister that brings him the greatest fulfillment. “I am most passionate about my church ministry,” he shares. “As ministers of music we birth new worshippers and new praisers on a weekly basis. A lot of that is not necessarily singing, but ministering the music that is being sung. “



His fervor for worship and praise can be felt throughout Triumphant; from the enthusiastic high praise opener and the powerful title track, to the deeply personal choir ballad “Nobody Greater” and the prophetic hymn “Be Fruitful.” More than a collection of hits, the project stands as a fully developed theme.



“Most of the time when I record, I conceptualize the project as a total piece,” VaShawn reveals. “With this album God gave me the concept and I started thinking about why we are triumphant people.”



Every song on the project is a reflection of that revelation, including the show-stopping, instant classic “His Blood Still Works,” which features the distinctive sound of former Witness lead vocalist Lisa Page Brooks. “Over the last season, as people have been struggling financially, it seems we’ve been losing our faith. Our faith was misplaced in resources and not in the Source,” says VaShawn. “I wanted to remind people that the blood never stopped working. It enables us to live above what we see.”



With a passion for worship, the heart of an encourager and the story of an overcomer, VaShawn Mitchell is truly an artist for this age.

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