J.E.D. - Media Hype lyrics

D-Loc: Yo, Rich, man, what's up? RR: I can't call it. What's up? D-Loc: Peep this, man. We done been so hyped on this teenage life, we ain't been trippin' off the real hype RR: Well, it's like this, man; every time I get ready to step out into the real world, the hype be so deep, I have to just step back off, you know? D-Loc: Well, man, I got a little somethin' I wanna tell these people RR: Well, it's like this: I got your back. Spit it when you ready D-Loc: Ay, I'm ready [Verse 1: D-Loc] All I wanna know is what's really happenin' So put it to me straight and stop kickin' it backwards The paper takes things out of shape and proportion So never trust the news or a TV reporter We all heard the story of the young black soldiers Missing in action is what the media told us But think for a second, it's your brain that they're wreckin' Who sent us on a mission so unpleasant? Lookin' down on a brotherman, the other man's scam To keep us in a daze, and never understand what's really goin' on So me and Richie Rich wrote a song and we called it the Media Hype [Verse 2: Richie Rich] The Media Hype is a song, we composed it Black for black, stay strong, we'll expose it Reporters only say what they are paid to say So for the truth, we have find another way to play The game that they are playing with minds of the nation We have to slow the flow of the false information A black man found dead? And it's been stated if he's carrying a pager, well, it's drug-related The news only televises black destruction Turf wars, d** and self-corruption See, I ain't really with that, ‘cause that ain't all that's goin' on You know what I'm sayin', homes? What about the brothas who stand for somethin'? And they are ample Pause for a moment and peep the example George Washington Carver, a brilliant black man Martin Luther was a brotha with a plan Tony Brown, who's strong and in existence Jesse Owens, athletic, he ran the distance Too many to mention, and yo, they can't handle, though Strong people such as Maya Angelou I'm tired of the way we're being stereotyped So why I'm kickin' the Media Hype [Verse 3: D-Loc] Another situation by me being a black man They formed an organization called Ku Klux Klan They programmed themselves to watch us fail But we're the youth of today, so make way Instead of giving us a chance or helping with us plans, no You'd rather see me in a cage like an animal The year is '90, so peace and unity is what I want to see in my community Don't let the good things fool ya, D-Loc is here to school ya Before my rhyme is over, you shall know, that's the Media Hype [Verse 4: Richie Rich] Get it straight from the gate, I drink Ol' 8 Brothas wanna kick it, but now it's too late Studio sessions have fully hyped it I shook it right off when they stereotyped it The media clique, you know, the evildoers The big bad wolfs, not the yayers, but the booers The punks with the hookup to k** at will The ones who pump up the fake and hold back the real It's astonishing how the media does this Stun you with a gun and then, ‘Who was this?' That taxed your record, or maybe held down the publishing To put it in short, they stopped you from bubbling up In an industry of millions And treated you like penny-ante punk civilians An innocent man awaits trial He's on lockdown for a charge that was foul All in an effort to get stripes Now that's the hype, plus the stereotype RR: You know what I'm sayin'? D-Loc: Brotha, I understood every word RR: It's like this, man; the media hype is wrong, man. You oughta read what they print in the paper about these brothas, man D-Loc: Ay, man, I know what's going on. Tell me this: how come when a brotha get k**ed, the media can't let him rest in peace, huh? RR: I don't know, man. Like I said, man; it's the media hype, we've been stereotyped, and that's why we kick this, you know? D-Loc: So I wanna send a peace out across the nation RR: To everybody, from the 415