Don't Believe The Hype

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 Uh, 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 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, 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 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 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 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 98 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 timebomb In the daytime, radio's scared of me 'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy They can't c'mon 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 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 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 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 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 (yo, don't believe the hype) (They got to be beaming that pipe you know what I'm sayin'?) You know what I mean Yo, them Megas got 'em goin' up to see Captain Kirk Like a jerk and they outta work, let me tell you a lil' somethin' man A lot of people on daytime radio scared of 'em Because they're too ignorant to understand the lyrics of the truth That we pumpin' into them clogged up brain cells That just spun their little wooden skulls they call caps You know what I'm sayin'? But the S1's are straightenin' it out Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry, Flavor 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