Don't Believe the Hype

[Hook] Don't, don't, don't Don't, don't, don't "Now here's what I want y'all to do for me" [Verse 1] Back, caught you looking for the same thing It's a new thing, check out this I bring Uhh, oh, the roll below the level, cause I'm living low Next to the bass, (C'mon!), turn up the radio They claiming 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, of "public enemy" Used, abused without clues I refuse to blow a fuse They even had it on the news [Hook] [Verse 2] "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 surrendering I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling 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) [Hook] [Verse 3] Don't believe the hype, it's a sequel As an equal can I get this through to you My 98 booming with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk Coming 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, plus I'm the enemy They can't come on and play me in prime time Cause I know the time, cause I'm getting mine I get on the mix late in the night They know I'm living 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 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 the pipe, right?) Their pens and pads I'll snatch cause I've had it I'm not a addict fiending 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) [Hook] [Verse 4] I got Flavor and all those things you know (Yeah boy, part two bum rush the show) Yo Griff get the green, black and 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, you know what I mean [Outro: Flavor Flav] Yo don't believe that hype They got to be beaming that pipe you know what I'm saying Yo them Megas got 'em going up to see Captain Kirk Like a jerk and they outta work Let me tell you a little something, man A lot of people on daytime radio scared of us Because they too ignorant to understand the lyrics of the Truth that we pumping into them clogged up brain cells That just spun their little wooden skulls they call caps You know what I'm saying? But the S1s'll straighten it out quick fast in a hurry Don't worry, Flavor vision ain't blurry, you know what I'm saying? Yo, Terminator X [Hook]