Back, caught you looking for the same thing
It's a new thing, check out this I bring
Uh-oh, the roll below the level 'cause I'm living low
Next to the bass [bad word] on), turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
But 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 [bad word] 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

"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 I 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 surrendering
I don't rhyme for the sake of of riddling
Some claim that I'm a smuggler
Some say I never heard of you, a rap burglar
False media, we don't need it, do we?
(It's fake, that's what it be to you, dig me?
Yo, Terminator X, step up on the stand and show these people what time it is, boy!)

Don't believe the hype, it's a sequel
As an equal, can I get this through to you?
My 98 booming with a [bad word] of funk
All the jealous punks can't stop the [bad word] from the school of hard knocks
Some perpetrate, they drink Clorox
Attack the black because I know they lack exact
The cold facts, and still they try to Xerox
The leader of the new school, uncool
Never played the fool, just made [bad word] Remember, there's a need to get alarmed
Again I said I was a time-bomb
In the daytime the radio scared of me
'Cause I'm mad, plus I'm the enemy
They [bad word] on and play with me in prime-time
'Cause I know the time, plus I'm getting mine
I get on the mix late in the night
They know I'm living right, so here go the mike, sike
Before I let it go, [bad word] my show
You try to reach and grab and get elbowed
Word to herb, yo, if you can't swing this
Learn the words, you might sing 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 it, I swing bolos
Then they clear the lane, I go solo
The meaning of all of that, some media is the whack
As you believe, it's [bad word]  it blows me through the roof
Suckers, liars, get me a shovel
Some writers I know are [bad word] 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 fiending for static
I'll see their tape recorder and I 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 [bad word] and show)
Yo, Griff) Get the green, black, red and
Gold down, countdown to Armageddon
'88, you wait the S1's will
Put the left in effect and I still will
Rock the hard jams, treat it like a seminar
Teach the bourgeoisie and rock the boulevard
Some say I'm negative but they're not positive
But what I got to give (the media says this)
Red black and green
You know what I mean?