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Public Enemy - Don't Believe The Hype

Public Enemy - Don't Believe The Hype

Public Enemy's iconic song "Don't Believe The Hype" was released in 1988 as part of their influential album, "It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back." The track was written by Chuck D and produced by The Bomb Squad. With its powerful lyrics and political message, it quickly became an anthem for social change and activism. The song features Chuck D's powerful vocals, complemented by Flavor Flav's energetic ad-libs and Terminators X's unique scratching skills. Public Enemy's ability to blend hip hop with politically charged lyrics made them pioneers of the genre. Their groundbreaking music continues to resonate with audiences today, inspiring critical thought and advocating for social justice. To experience the revolutionary sounds of Public Enemy, you can play and download their tracks here.

A lot of people on daytime radio scared of 'em
Again I said I was a time bomb
All the critics you can hang 'em, I'll hold the rope
All the jealous punks can't stop the dunk
And show these people what time it is boy
And then they clear the lane, I go solo
Another def jam, but since I gave you all a little something
As you get up and dance at the LQ
Back caught you lookin' for the same thing
Bcoz they're too ignorant to understand the lyrics of the
But they hope to the Pope, and pray it ain't dope
But what I got to give, the media says this
Don't believe
Don't believe
Don't believe the hype
Don't believe the hype, don't believe the hype
Don't believe the hype, it's a sequel
Don't, don't believe the, don't believe the hype
Don't, don't believe, don't believe the hype
Don't, don't, don't
Don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Don't, don't, don't, 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, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Gold down, countdown to Armageddon
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin', some claim that I'm a smuggler
I get on the mix late in the night
I refused to blow a fuse
I wasn't licensed to have one
I'll see their tape recorder and I grab it
I'm going' to my media assassin', Harry Allen, I gotta ask him
I'm not a addict, fiendin' for static
I'm not a racist, preach to teach to all
I'm the epitome, of Public Enemy
In the daytime radio's scared of me
It's a new thing check out this I bring
Just a little bit of the taste of the bass for you
Learn the words, you might sing this
Like a jerk and they outta work, let me tell you a lil' some'in' man
My ninety eight's boomin' with a trunk of funk
Never played the fool, just made the rules
Next to the bass, c'mon, turn up the radio
No, you can't have it back, silly rabbit
Now here's what I want you all to do for me
Now here's what I want you all to do for me
Number one, not born to run about the gun
Quick fast in a hurry, don't worry Flava vision ain't blurry
Red black and green, you know what I mean
Remember there's a need to get alarmed
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Some say I'm negative, but they're not positive
Some writers I know are damn devils
That I knew you lacked, they still consider me a new jack
That just spun their little skulls they call caps
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
The follower of Farrakhan, don't tell me that you understand
The leader of the new school, uncool
The meaning of all of that, some media is the wack
The media says this, yo don't believe the hype
The minute they see me, fear me
Their pens and pads I'll snatch, 'cause I've had it
They even had it on the news
They got to be beating that pipe you know what I'm sayin'
Used, abused, without clues
We're brothers of the same mind, unblind
When some deny it, defy it, I swing bolos
Word to Herb, yo if you can't swing this
Writers treat me like Coltrane, insane
Yeah boy, part two bum rush and show
Yes to them but to me I'm a different kind
Yes was the start of my last jam, so here it is again
Yo Chuck, they must be on a pipe, right?
Yo Harry, you're a writer, are we that type?
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm gettin' mine
'Cause I'm mad, 'cause I'm the enemy