Don't Believe the Hype

Don't, don't, don't, don't

Don't, don't, don't

Now here's what I want you all to do for me

Back caught you lookin' for the same thing

It's a new thing-check out this I bring

Uhh, oh, the roll below the level, 'cause I'm livin' low

Next to the bass, c'mon, turn up the radio

They claimin' 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, of Public Enemy

Used, abused, without clues

I refused to blow a fuse

They even had it on the news

Don't believe the hype

Don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype

Don't, don't, don't, 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 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 ****

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 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

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype

Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype

Don't believe the hype, don't believe the hype

Don't, don't, don't, don't, 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 ninety-eight'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, 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, 'cause I'm the enemy

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

'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, psych

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 a pipe, right?

Their pens and pads I'll snatch, 'cause I've had it

I'm not a addict, fiendin' 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?

Don't believe the hype

Now here's what I want you all to do for me

Don't believe

Don't, don't, don't believe the hype

Don't believe

Don't, don't, don't believe the hype

I got Flava 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

Eighty-eight to eight the S-One'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

The media says this, yo don't believe the hype

They got to be beating that pipe you know what I'm sayin'

Yo the Megas got 'em goin' up to see Captain Kirk

Like a jerk and they outta work, let me tell you a lil' some'in' man

A lot of people on daytime radio scared of 'em

Bcoz they're too ignorant to understand the lyrics of the

[Incomprehensible] that we pumpin' into them clogs their brain cells

That just spun their little [Incomprehensible] skulls they call caps

You know what I'm sayin' but the S-One's are straightenin' it up

Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry Flava vision ain't blurry

You know what I'm sayin' yo Terminator X

Don't, don't believe, don't believe the hype

Don't, don't believe, don't believe the hype

Don't believe the hype, don't believe the hype

Don't, don't believe the, don't believe the hype