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| («Now here’s what I want y’all to do for me»)
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| Back, caught you lookin' for the same thing
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| It’s a new thing, check out this I bring
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| Uh, oh, the roll below the level, 'cause I’m livin' low
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| Next to the bass, (C'mon!), turn up the radio
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| They claiming I’m a criminal
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| But now I wonder how, some people never know
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| The enemy could be their friend, guardian
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| I’m not a hooligan, I rock the party and
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| Clear all the madness, I’m not a racist
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| Preach to teach to all ('Cause, some, they never had this)
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| Number one, not born to run, about the gun
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| I wasn’t licensed to have one
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| The minute they see me, fear me
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| I’m the epitome, of «public enemy»
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| Used, abused without clues
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| I refuse to blow a fuse
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| They even had it on the news
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| Don’t believe the hype
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| «Yes» was the start of my last jam
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| So here it is again, another def jam
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| But since I gave you all a little something that I knew you lacked
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| They still consider me a new jack
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| All the critics you can hang 'em, I’ll hold the rope
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| But they hope to the Pope, and pray it ain’t dope
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| The follower of Farrakhan
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| Don’t tell me that you understand until you hear the man
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| The book of the new school rap game
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| Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
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| Yes to them, but to me I’m a different kind
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| We’re brothers of the same mind, unblind
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| Caught in the middle and not surrendering
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| I don’t rhyme for the sake of riddling
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| Some claim that I’m a smuggler
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| Some say I never heard of ya, a rap burglar
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| False media, we don’t need it do we?
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| (It's fake that’s what it be to ya, dig me?
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| Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand
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| And show these people what time it is, boy)
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| Don’t believe the hype, it’s a sequel
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| As an equal can I get this through to you
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| My '98 booming with a trunk of funk
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| All the jealous punks can’t stop the dunk
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| Coming from the school of hard knocks
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| Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
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| Attack the Black, because I know they lack exact
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| The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox
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| The leader of the new school, uncool
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| Never played the fool, just made the rules
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| Remember there’s a need to get alarmed
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| Again I said I was a time bomb
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| In the daytime radio’s scared of me
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| Cause I’m mad, plus I’m the enemy
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| They can’t come on and play me in prime time
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| Cause I know the time, cause I’m getting mine
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| I get on the mix late in the night
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| They know I’m living right, so here go the mic—sike
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| Before I let it go, don’t rush my show
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| You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
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| Word to Herb, yo if you can’t swing this
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| Learn the words, you might sing this
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| Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
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| As you get up and dance at the LQ
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| When some deny it, defy it, I swing Bolos
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| And then they clear the lane I go solo
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| The meaning of all of that, some media is the wack
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| As you believe it’s true
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| It blows me through the roof
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| Suckers, liars, get me a shovel
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| Some writers I know are damn devils
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| For them I say, don’t believe the hype
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| (Yo, Chuck, they must be on the pipe, right?)
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| Their pens and pads I’ll snatch cause I’ve had it
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| I’m not a addict fiending for static
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| I’ll see their tape recorder and I grab it
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| (No, you can’t have it back, silly rabbit)
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| I’m going to my media assassin
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| Harry Allen—I gotta ask him
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| (Yo, Harry, you’re a writer—are we that type?)
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| (Don't believe the hype)
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| I got Flavor and all those things, you know
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| (Yeah, boy, part two bum rush the show)
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| Yo Griff get the green, black and red, and
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| Gold down, countdown to Armageddon
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| '88 you wait the S1's will
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| Put the left in effect and I still will
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| Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
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| Reach the bourgeois and rock the boulevard
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| Some say I’m negative, but they’re not positive
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| But what I got to give, (The media says this?)
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| Red, black, and green, you know what I mean?
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| Yo, don’t believe that hype
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| They got to be beaming that pipe, you know what I’m saying?
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| Yo, them Megas got 'em going up to see Captain Kirk
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| Like a jerk and they outta work
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| Let me tell you a little something, man;
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| A lot of people on daytime radio scared of us
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| Because they too ignorant to understand the lyrics of the
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| Truth that we pumping into them clogged up brain cells
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| That just spun their little wooden skulls they call caps
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| But the S1s'll straighten it out quick-fast, in a hurry
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| Don’t worry, Flavor vision ain’t blurry, you know what I’m saying?
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| Yo, Terminator X
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don`t Believe The Hype , by - Public Enemy. Song from the album Revolverlution Tour 2003, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп