Don't Believe The Hype
Ridenhour - Shocklee - Sadler
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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