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 Fight The Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.09.2020
Record label: FP
Song language: English
Don't Believe The Hype |
| Back |
| 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 burgler, 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 bourgeoise, and rock the boulevard |
| Some sau I’m negative |
| But they’re not positive |
| But what I got to give… |
| The media says this |