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


Don't believe he 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?

Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand and show the people what
time it is
boyyyyyyyy!


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
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 the radio's scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, 'cause I'm the enemy
They can't come on and play 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,

psych
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
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 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 $$#assin
Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?
Don't believe the hype

Don't believe the hype

I got Flava 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 S-One's will

Put the left in effect and I still will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach 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
Know what I mean
Yo, don't believe the hype
The media says this