Terminator X to the Edge of Panic

Lyrics

[Intro] "At the count of three, I want y'all to tell me the name of my DJ. One, two, three!" "Terminator X!" "Yo, I gotta hear that one more time, man. One, two, three!" "Terminator X!" "Yeah, boy! For all those that didn't understand, Terminator X!" "Terminator X" "Ah, savior of the universe" "Terminator X, it!" Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go "The federal government is the number one killer and destroyer of Black leaders!" [Verse 1] Take a look at his style (Yeah!) Take a check of the sound off the record people keepin' him down (Trick a chick in Miami), Terminator X packs the jams (Who gives a fuck about a goddamn Grammy?) Anyway, and I'm sayin' 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, 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 [Interlude 1] "You dope pushers, using your fame as a DJ to sell drugs!" [Chorus + scratching] Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead [Post Chorus] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go [Interlude 2] "You on the radio, how long you think we gonna allow you to get away with that foolishness?" [Verse 2] (They go on and on) Until 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 (Shit) He's bad by his damn self Yeah, his one job, cold threaten the crowd Loud sound pound makin' brothers proud (Boy) [Interlude 3] "Black people's minds are being controlled in unity, Black music!" [Chorus + scratching] Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead [Post Chorus] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go [Interlude 4] "You, in Black music! I'm warning you to change, your head is gonna roll!" [Verse 3] Gettin' small, makin' room for it all (Flavor's on the phone, so I 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 your 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 [Chorus + scratching] Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead Terminator (Go off) Go ahead [Outro: Flavor Flav] Yeah, Terminator, yeah! Rockin' like that! Like that! Like that! Yeah, man! Yo, that's right, boy! Terminator X, drivin' you to the edge of panic, boy! Yeah, that's right! And, yo, Terminator Let 'em know you only speak with your hands, boy! Haha, yeah!