Don`t Believe The Hype - Public Enemy

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(«Now here’s what I want y’all to do for me»)

Back, 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 claiming I’m a criminal

But 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, of «public enemy»

Used, abused without clues

I refuse to blow a fuse

They even had it on the news

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«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 I 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 surrendering

I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddling

Some claim that I’m a smuggler

Some say I never heard of ya, a rap burglar

False media, we don’t need it do we?

(It's fake that’s what it be to ya, dig me?

Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand

And show these people what time it is, boy)

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Don’t believe the hype, it’s a sequel

As an equal can I get this through to you

My '98 booming with a trunk of funk

All the jealous punks can’t stop the dunk

Coming from the school of hard knocks

Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox

Attack the Black, because I know they lack exact

The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox

The 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 time bomb

In the daytime radio’s scared of me

Cause I’m mad, plus I’m the enemy

They can’t come on and play me in prime time

Cause I know the time, cause I’m getting mine

I get on the mix late in the night

They know I’m living right, so here go the mic—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

Learn the words, you might sing 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 it, I swing Bolos

And then they clear the lane I go solo

The meaning of all of that, some media is the wack

As 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 the pipe, right?)

Their pens and pads I’ll snatch cause I’ve had it

I’m not a addict fiending for static

I’ll see their tape recorder and I 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?)

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I got Flavor and all those things, you know

(Yeah, boy, part two bum rush the show)

Yo Griff get the green, black and red, and

Gold down, countdown to Armageddon

'88 you wait the S1's will

Put the left in effect and I still will

Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar

Reach the bourgeois and rock the boulevard

Some say I’m negative, but they’re not positive

But what I got to give, (The media says this?)

Red, black, and green, you know what I mean?

Yo, don’t believe that hype

They got to be beaming that pipe, you know what I’m saying?

Yo, them Megas got 'em going up to see Captain Kirk

Like a jerk and they outta work

Let me tell you a little something, man;

A lot of people on daytime radio scared of us

Because they too ignorant to understand the lyrics of the

Truth that we pumping into them clogged up brain cells

That just spun their little wooden skulls they call caps

You know what I’m saying?

But the S1s'll straighten it out quick-fast, in a hurry

Don’t worry, Flavor vision ain’t blurry, you know what I’m saying?

Yo, Terminator X

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