Public Enemy - Terminator X To The Edge Of Panic Lyrics
Rogers - ridenhour - draytonGo, go, go, go, go, goTake a look at his styleTake a check of the soundOff the record people keep him downTrick a chick in miamiTerminator x packs the jamsWhow gives a ***** about a goddamn grammyAnyway and I say the ds defending the mikeYeah, who gives a ***** about what they likeRight the power is bold, the rhymes politically coldNo judge can ever budge or ever handle his loadYes the coming is near and hes about to becomeThe one and only missionary lord son of a gunGoing on and on back trackin the whackExplain the knack yall for the actual fact, cmonTerminator x go off (4x)Go, go, go, go, go, goHe goes on and on till he reaches the coastTired, wired of his own race playing him closeUnderstand his type of music kills thePlan of the klanYou know the pack attack the manWith the palm of his handsPolice, wild beasts, dogs on a leashNo peace to reach - thats why hes packin his black pieceTerminator x yellin with his handsDamn almighty rulin ready to jamBut his cuts drive against the beltSheet...hes bad by his damn selfYeah, his one job cold threatens the crowdThe loud sound pound to make brothers proudTerminator x go off (4x)Go, go, go, go, go, goGettin small makin room for it allFlavors on the phone so he can...Make the callI know youre clockin the enemyYou should be clockin the timeCheckin records Im wreckin youFor defecting my rhymeNo provokin, no jokin, you know the stage is setIf youre thinkin Im breakinHe aint rocked it yetMy education is takin you for a long rideIll have you brain slip and do the slideGlide into infinity, its infiniteWith your hands in your pocketsI know your money is spentLike this, like that, butter for the fatIf you kill my dog, ima slay your catIts like that yall, can you handle it sonIm public enemy number oneTerminator x go off (4x)Go, go, go, go, go, go
