Public Enemy - Don't Believe The Hype Lyrics
Ridenhour - shocklee - sadlerBackCaught you lookin for the same thingIts a new thing - check out this I bringUh oh the roll below the levelcause Im livin low next to the bass, cmonTurn up the radioThey claim that Im a criminalBy now I wonder howSome people never knowThe enemy could be their friend, guardianIm not a hooliganI rock the party andClear all the madness, Im not a racistPreach to teach to allcause some they never had thisNumber one, not born to runAbout the gun...I wasnt licensed to have oneThe minute they see me, fear meIm the epitome - a public enemyUsed, abused without cluesI refused to blow a fuseThey even had it on the newsDont believe the hype...YesWas the start of my last jamSo here it is again, another def jamBut since I gave you all a little somethingThat we knew you lackedThey still consider me a new jackAll the critics you can hangemIll hold the ropeBut they hope to the popeAnd pray it aint dopeThe follower of farrakhanDont tell me that you understandUntil you hear the manThe book of the new school rap gameWriters treat me like coltrane, insaneYes to them, but to me Im a different kindWere brothers of the same mind, unblindCaught in the middle andNot surrenderinI dont rhyme for the sake of of riddlinSome claim that Im a smugglerSome say I never heard of yaA rap burgler, false mediaWe dont need it do we?Its fake thats what it be to ya, dig me?Dont believe the hype...Dont believe the hype - its a sequelAs an equal, can I get this through to youMy 98s boomin with a trunk of funkAll the jealous punks cant stop the dunkComin from the school of hard knocksSome perpetrate, they drink cloroxAttack the black, cause I know they lack exactThe cold facts, and still they try to xeroxLeader of the new school, uncoolNever played the fool, just made the rulesRemember theres a need to get alarmedAgain I said I was a timebombIn the daytime the radios scared of mecause Im mad, plus Im the enemyThey cant cmon and play with me in primetimecause I know the time, plus Im gettin mineI get on the mix late in the nightThey know Im livin right, so here go the mike, sikeBefore I let it go, dont rush my showYou try to reach and grab and get elbowedWord to herb, yo if you cant swing thisJust a little bit of the taste of the bass for youAs you get up and dance at the lqWhen some deny it, defy if I swing bolosThen they clear the lane I go soloThe meaning of all of thatSome media is the whackYou believe its true, it blows me through the roofSuckers, liars get me a shovelSome writers I know are damn devilsFor them I say dont believe the hypeYo chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?Their pens and pads Ill snatchcause Ive had itIm not an addict fiendin for staticIll see their tape recoreder and grab itNo, you cant have it back silly rabbitIm going to my media assassinHarry allen, I gotta ask himYo harry, youre a writer, are we that type?Dont believe the hypeI got flavor and all those things you knowYeah boy, part two bum rush and showYo griff, get the green black red andGold down countdown to armageddon-88 you wait the s1ws willRock the hard jams - treat it like a seminarTeach the bourgeoise, and rock the boulevardSome sau Im negativeBut theyre not positiveBut what I got to give...The media says this
