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Don't believe the hype

by Public Enemy

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Caught you lookin´ for the same thing
It´s a new thing - check out this I bring
Uh oh the roll below the level
´cause I´m livin´ low next to the bass, c´mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I´m a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
I´m not a hooligan
I rock the party and
Clear all the madness, I´m not a racist
Preach to teach to all
´cause some they never had this
Number one, not born to run
About the gun...
I wasn´t licensed to have one
The minute they see me, fear me
I´m the epitome - a public enemy
Used, abused without clues
I refused to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Don´t believe the hype...

Yes
Was the start of my last jam
So here it is again, another def jam
But since I gave you all a little something
That we knew you lacked
They still consider me a new jack
All the critics you can hang´em
I´ll hold the rope
But they hope to the pope
And pray it ain´t dope
The follower of farrakhan
Don´t tell me that you understand
Until you hear the man
The book of the new school rap game
Writers treat me like coltrane, insane
Yes to them, but to me I´m a different kind
We´re brothers of the same mind, unblind
Caught in the middle and
Not surrenderin´
I don´t rhyme for the sake of of riddlin´
Some claim that I´m a smuggler
Some say I never heard of ´ya
A rap burgler, false media
We don´t need it do we?
It´s fake that´s what it be to ´ya, dig me?
Don´t believe the hype...

Don´t believe the hype - it´s a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98´s boomin´ with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks can´t stop the dunk
Comin´ from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink clorox
Attack the black, cause I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to xerox
Leader of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made the rules
Remember there´s a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a timebomb
In the daytime the radio´s scared of me
´cause I´m mad, plus I´m the enemy
They can´t c´mon and play with me in primetime
´cause I know the time, plus I´m gettin´ mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I´m livin´ right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, don´t rush my show
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo if you can´t swing this
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
As you get up and dance at the lq
When some deny it, defy if I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane I go solo
The meaning of all of that
Some media is the whack
You believe it´s true, it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars get me a shovel
Some writers I know are damn devils
For them I say don´t believe the hype
Yo chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
Their pens and pads I´ll snatch
´cause I´ve had it
I´m not an addict fiendin´ for static
I´ll see their tape recoreder and grab it
No, you can´t have it back silly rabbit
I´m going´ to my media assassin
Harry allen, I gotta ask him
Yo harry, you´re a writer, are we that type?
Don´t believe the hype
I got flavor and all those things you know
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
Yo griff, get the green black red and
Gold down countdown to armageddon
-88 you wait the s1ws will
Rock the hard jams - treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard
Some sau I´m negative
But they´re not positive
But what I got to give...
The media says this
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