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 assassin

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