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Terminator X To The Edge Of Panic Lyrics - It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back - Public Enemy

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 

Who gives a fuck about a Goddamn Grammy 

Anyway and I say the D's defending the mic 

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 

Terminator X go off 

Terminator X go off 

Terminator X go off 

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, that's 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 

Terminator X go off 

Terminator X go off 

Terminator X go off 

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 make 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 

Terminator X go off 

Terminator X go off 

Terminator X go off 

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