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Don't, don't, don't, don't |
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Don't, don't, don't |
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Now here's what I want you all to do for me |
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Back caught you lookin' for the same thing |
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It's a new thing-check out this I bring |
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Uhh, oh, the roll below the level, 'cause I'm livin' low |
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Next to the bass, c'mon, turn up the radio |
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They claimin' I'm a criminal |
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By now I wonder how, some people never know |
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The enemy could be their friend, guardian |
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I'm not a hooligan, I rock the party and clear all the madness |
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I'm not a racist, preach to teach to all |
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'Cause some they never had this |
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Number one, not born to run about the gun |
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I wasn't licensed to have one |
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The minute they see me, fear me |
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I'm the epitome, of Public Enemy |
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Used, abused, without clues |
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I refused to blow a fuse |
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They even had it on the news |
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Don't believe the hype |
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Don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype |
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Don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype |
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Yes was the start of my last jam, so here it is again |
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Another def jam, but since I gave you all a little something |
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That I knew you lacked, they still consider me a new jack |
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All the critics you can hang 'em, I'll hold the rope |
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But they hope to the Pope, and pray it ain't dope |
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The follower of Farrakhan, don't tell me that you understand |
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Until you hear the man, the book of the new school rap game |
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Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane |
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Yes to them but to me I'm a different kind |
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We're brothers of the same mind, unblind |
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Caught in the middle and not surrenderin' |
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I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin', some claim that I'm a smuggler |
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Some say I never heard of ya, a rap burglar, false media |
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We don't need it do we? It's fake that's what it be to ya, dig me? |
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Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand |
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And show these people what time it is boy |
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Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype |
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Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype |
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Don't believe the hype, don't believe the hype |
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Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype |
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Don't believe the hype, it's a sequel |
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As an equal, can I get this through to you |
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My ninety-eight's boomin' with a trunk of funk |
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All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk |
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Comin' from the school of hard knocks |
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Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox |
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Attack the Black, because I know they lack exact |
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The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox |
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The leader of the new school, uncool |
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Never played the fool, just made the rules |
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Remember there's a need to get alarmed |
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Again I said I was a time bomb |
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In the daytime radio's scared of me |
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'Cause I'm mad, 'cause I'm the enemy |
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They can't come on and play me in prime time |
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'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine |
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I get on the mix late in the night |
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They know I'm livin' right, so here go the mike, psych |
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Before I let it go, don't rush my show |
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You try to reach and grab and get elbowed |
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Word to Herb, yo if you can't swing this |
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Learn the words, you might sing this |
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Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you |
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As you get up and dance at the LQ |
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When some deny it, defy it, I swing bolos |
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And then they clear the lane, I go solo |
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The meaning of all of that, some media is the wack |
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As you believe it's true |
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It blows me through the roof |
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Suckers, liars, get me a shovel |
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Some writers I know are damn devils |
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For them I say, don't believe the hype |
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Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? |
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Their pens and pads I'll snatch, 'cause I've had it |
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I'm not a addict, fiendin' for static |
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I'll see their tape recorder and I grab it |
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No, you can't have it back, silly rabbit |
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I'm going' to my media assassin', Harry Allen, I gotta ask him |
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Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type? |
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Don't believe the hype |
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Now here's what I want you all to do for me |
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Don't believe |
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Don't, don't, don't believe the hype |
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Don't believe |
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Don't, don't, don't believe the hype |
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I got Flava and all those things you know |
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Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show |
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Yo Griff, get the green, black, red, and |
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Gold down, countdown to Armageddon |
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Eighty-eight to eight the S-One's will |
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Put the left in effect and I still will |
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Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar |
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Reach the bourgeois and rock the boulevard |
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Some say I'm negative, but they're not positive |
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But what I got to give, the media says this |
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Red black and green, you know what I mean |
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The media says this, yo don't believe the hype |
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They got to be beating that pipe you know what I'm sayin' |
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Yo the Megas got 'em goin' up to see Captain Kirk |
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Like a jerk and they outta work, let me tell you a lil' some'in' man |
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A lot of people on daytime radio scared of 'em |
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Bcoz they're too ignorant to understand the lyrics of the |
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[Incomprehensible] that we pumpin' into them clogs their brain cells |
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That just spun their little [Incomprehensible] skulls they call caps |
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You know what I'm sayin' but the S-One's are straightenin' it up |
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Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry Flava vision ain't blurry |
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You know what I'm sayin' yo Terminator X |
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Don't, don't believe, don't believe the hype |
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Don't, don't believe, don't believe the hype |
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Don't believe the hype, don't believe the hype |
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Don't, don't believe the, don't believe the hype |
