Public Enemy - Terminator X To The Edge Of Panic lyrics

Rogers - Ridenhour - Drayton

Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go

Take A look at his style

Take A check of the sound

Off the record people keep him down

Trick a chick in Miami

Terminator X packs the jams

Whow gives a fuck about a Goddamn Grammy

Anyway and I say the D's defending the mike

Yeah, who gives a fuck about what they like

Right the power is bold, the rhymes politically cold

No judge can ever budge or ever handle his load

Yes the coming is near and he's about to become

The one and only missionary lord son of a gun

Going on and on back trackin' the whack

Explain the knack y'all for the actual fact, c'mon

Terminator X Go off (4X)

Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go

He goes on and on 'till he reaches the coast

Tired, wired of his own race playing him close

Understand his type of music kills the

Plan of the klan

You know the pack attack the man

With the palm of his hands

Police, wild beasts, dogs on a leash

No peace to reach - thats why he's packin' his black piece

Terminator X yellin' with his hands

Damn almighty rulin ready to jam

But his cuts drive against the belt

Sheet...he's bad by his damn self

Yeah, his one job cold threatens the crowd

The loud sound pound to make brothers proud

Terminator X Go off (4X)

Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go

Gettin' small makin' room for it all

Flavors on the phone so he can...

Make the call

I know you're clockin' the enemy

You should be clockin' the time

Checkin' records I'm wreckin' you

For defecting my rhyme

No provokin', no jokin', you know the stage is set

If you're thinkin' I'm breakin'

He ain't rocked it yet

My education is takin' you for a long ride

I'll have you brain slip and do the slide

Glide into infinity, it's infinite

With your hands in your pockets

I know your money is spent

Like this, like that, butter for the fat

If you kill my dog, I'ma slay your cat

It's like that y'all, can you handle it son

I'm public enemy number one

Terminator X Go off (4X)

Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go