(HOOK)
Don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't
"Now here's what I want
y'all to do for me"
Verse 1
Back, caught you looking
for the same thing
It's a new thing, check out this I bring
Uhh, oh, the roll below the
level, cause I'm living low
Next to the bass, (C'mon!),
turn up the radio
They claiming 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, of "public enemy"
Used, abused without clues
I refuse to blow a fuse
They even had it on the news
Hook
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
Verse 2
"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 surrendering
I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling
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)
Hook
Don't,Don't,Don't
Don't
Don't believe the
hype..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
Verse 3
Don't believe the hype, it's a sequel
As an equal can I get
this through to you
My 98 booming with a trunk of funk
All the jealous punks
can't stop the dunk
Coming 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 time bomb
In the daytime radio's scared of me
Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They can't come on and
play me in prime time
Cause I know the time,
cause I'm getting mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm living 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
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 the pipe, right?)
Their pens and pads I'll
snatch cause I've had it
I'm not a addict fiending 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)
Hook
Don't believe..Don't,Don't
Don't believe the hype
,Don't believe
Don't,Don't
Don't believe the hype
Verse 4
I got Flavor and all
those things you know
(Yeah boy, part two bum rush the show)
Yo Griff get the green,
black and 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,
you know what I mean
Outro: Flavor Flav
Yo don't believe that hype
They got to be beaming that
pipe you know what I'm saying
Yo them Megas got 'em going
up to see Captain Kirk
Like a jerk and they outta work
Let me tell you a little something, man
A lot of people on daytime
radio scared of us
Because they too ignorant to
understand the lyrics of the
Truth that we pumping into
them clogged up brain cells
That just spun their little
wooden skulls they call caps
You know what I'm saying?
But the S1s'll straighten it
out quick fast in a hurry
Don't worry, Flavor vision ain't
blurry, you know what I'm saying?
Yo, Terminator X
Hook
Don't,Don't believe,Don't
believe the hype,
Don't,Don't believe,Don't
believe the hype,Don't
believe,Don't
believe the hype,Don't,Don't
Don't
believe the hype!
