Turn up the radio They claim that Im a criminal By now I wonder how Some people never know The enemy could be their friend guardian Im not a hooligan I rock the party and Clear all the madness, Im not a racist Preach to teach to all Cause some they never had this Number one, not born to run About the gun... I wasnt licensed to have one The minute they see me, fear me Im the epitome - a public enemy Used, abused without clues I refused to blow a fuse They even had it on the news Dont 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 hangem Ill hold the rope But they hope to the pope And pray it aint dope The follower of Farrakhan Dont 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 Im a different kind Were brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and Not surrenderin I dont rhyme for the sake of of riddlin Some claim that Im a smuggler Some say I never heard of ya A rap burgler, false media We dont need it do we? Its fake thats what it be to ya, dig me? Dont believe the hype... Dont believe the hype - its a sequel As an equal, can I get this through to you My 98s boomin with a trunk of funk All the jealous punks cant 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 theres a need to get alarmed Again I said I was a timebomb In the daytime the radios scared of me Cause Im mad, plus Im the enemy They cant cmon and play with me in primetime Cause I know the time, plus Im gettin mine I get on the mix late in the night They know Im livin right, so here go the mike, sike Before I let it go, dont rush my show You try to reach and grab and get elbowed Word to herb, yo if you cant 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 its true, it blows me through the roof Suckers, liars get me a shovel Some writers I know are damn devils For them I say dont believe the hype Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right? Their pens and pads Ill snatch Cause Ive had it Im not an addict fiendin for static Ill see their tape recoreder and grab it No, you cant have it back silly rabbit Im going to my media assassin Harry Allen, I gotta ask him Yo Harry, youre a writer, are we that type? Dont 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 Im negative But theyre not positive But what I got to give... The media says this
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 21:00:01 +0000
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