Public Enemy - Don't Believe The Hype Edit

A lot of people on daytime radio scared of 'em

Again I said I was a time bomb

All the critics you can hang 'em, I'll hold the rope

All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk

And show these people what time it is boy

And then they clear the lane, I go solo

Another def jam, but since I gave you all a little something

As you get up and dance at the LQ

Back caught you lookin' for the same thing

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

But they hope to the Pope, and pray it ain't dope

But what I got to give, the media says this

Don't believe

Don't believe

Don't believe the hype

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

Don't believe the hype, it's a sequel

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

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

Don't, don't, don't

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

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

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

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

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

Gold down, countdown to Armageddon

I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin', some claim that I'm a smuggler

I get on the mix late in the night

I refused to blow a fuse

I wasn't licensed to have one

I'll see their tape recorder and I grab it

I'm going' to my media assassin', Harry Allen, I gotta ask him

I'm not a addict, fiendin' for static

I'm not a racist, preach to teach to all

I'm the epitome, of Public Enemy

In the daytime radio's scared of me

It's a new thing check out this I bring

Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you

Learn the words, you might sing this

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

My ninety eight's boomin' with a trunk of funk

Never played the fool, just made the rules

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

No, you can't have it back, silly rabbit

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

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

Number one, not born to run about the gun

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

Red black and green, you know what I mean

Remember there's a need to get alarmed

Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar

Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox

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

Some writers I know are damn devils

That I knew you lacked, they still consider me a new jack

That just spun their little skulls they call caps

The enemy could be their friend, guardian

The follower of Farrakhan, don't tell me that you understand

The leader of the new school, uncool

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

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

The minute they see me, fear me

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

They even had it on the news

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

Used, abused, without clues

We're brothers of the same mind, unblind

When some deny it, defy it, I swing bolos

Word to Herb, yo if you can't swing this

Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane

Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show

Yes to them but to me I'm a different kind

Yes was the start of my last jam, so here it is again

Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?

Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?

You try to reach and grab and get elbowed

'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine

'Cause I'm mad, 'cause I'm the enemy