Don’t Believe the Hype Songtext
von Public Enemy

Don′t, don't
Don′t, don't
Don't, don′t
(Now here′s what I want you all to do for me)

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 claimin' 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, 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
Don't, don′t, don't, don't believe the hype
Don′t, don′t, don't, 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 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 surrenderin′
I don′t rhyme for the sake 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?
Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand
And show these people what time it is, boy)


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

Don't believe the hype, it′s a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you
My 98 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, 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 timebomb

In the daytime, radio′s scared of me
′Cause I'm mad, plus I′m the enemy
They can't c′mon and play me in prime time
'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 mic, 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 a pipe, right?)
Their pens and pads I′ll snatch, 'cause I′ve had it
I'm not a addict, fiendin' 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

Now here's what I want you all to do for me
Don′t believe
Don't, don't, don′t believe the hype
Don′t believe
Don't, don′t, 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 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 (yo, don't believe the hype)
(They got to be beaming that pipe you know what I'm sayin′?) You know what I mean

Yo, them Megas got ′em goin' up to see Captain Kirk
Like a jerk and they outta work, let me tell you a lil′ somethin' man
A lot of people on daytime radio scared of ′em
Because they're too ignorant to understand the lyrics of the truth
That we pumpin′ into them clogged up brain cells
That just spun their little wooden skulls they call caps
You know what I'm sayin'? But the S1′s are straightenin′ it out
Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry, Flavor vision ain′t blurry
You know what I'm sayin′? Yo, Terminator X

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