Don't Believe The Hype Lyrics - Icon - Public Enemy

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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 claim that 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, 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 

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 we 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 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? 

Don't believe the hype 

Don't believe the hype, its a sequel 

As an equal, can I get this through to you 

My 98'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, 'cause I know they lack exact 

The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox 

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 the radio's scared of me 

'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy 

They can't c'mon and play with me in primetime 

'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, 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 

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 if I swing bolos 

Then they clear the lane I go solo 

The meaning of all of that 

Some media is the whack 

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 an addict fiendin' for static 

I'll see their tape recoreder and 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 

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 S1Ws will 

Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar 

Teach the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard 

Some sau I'm negative 

But they're not positive 

But what I got to give 

The media says this