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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Uh-oh the roll below the level
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'Cause I'm livin' low
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Next to the bass (c'mon)
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Turn up the radio
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They claim that I'm a criminal
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By now I wonder how
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Some people never know
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The enemy could be their friend, guardian
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I'm not a hooligan
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I rock the party and
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Clear all the madness, I'm not a racist
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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
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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-a 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 believe he hype
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Yes-was the start of my last jam
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So here it is again, another def jam
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But since I gave you all a little something
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That we knew you lacked
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They still consider me a new jack
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All the critics you can hang'em
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I'll hold the rope
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But they hope to the pope
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And pray it ain't dope
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The follower of Farrakhan
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Don't tell me that you understand
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Until you hear the man
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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
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Not surrenderin'
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I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddlin'
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Some claim that I'm a smuggler
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Some say I never heard of 'ya
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A rap burgler, false media
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We don't need it do we?
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It's fake that's what it be to 'ya, dig me?
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Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand and show the people what time it is
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boyyyyyyyy!
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Don't believe the hype
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Don't believe the hype-its a sequel
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As an equal, can I get this through to you
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My 98'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, cause 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 timebomb
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In the daytime the 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 primetime
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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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Then they clear the lane, I go solo
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The meaning of all of that
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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
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'Cause I've had it
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I'm not an addict, fiendin' for static
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I'll see their tape recoreder and 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
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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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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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'88 you wait 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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Teach the bourgeois, and rock the boulevard
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Some say I'm negative
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But they're not positive
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But what I got to give
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The media says this
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Red black and green
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Know what I mean
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Yo, don't believe the hype
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The media says this
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don't believe the hype
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