Текст (слова) песни: Public Enemy - Don`t Believe The Hype

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...

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

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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 Нравится песня? 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