Listen to Terminator X To the Edge of Panic by Public Enemy

Terminator X To the Edge of Panic

Public Enemy

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Terminator X To The Edge Of Panic
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Public Enemy
Public Enemy
Sampled Artist
Chuck D
Chuck D
Vocals
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Programming
Flavor Flav
Flavor Flav
Vocals
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Programming
James Brown
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Queen
Queen
Sampled Artist
Spoonie Gee
Spoonie Gee
Sampled Artist
Terminator X
Terminator X
Scratches
The J.B.'s
The J.B.'s
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Ridenhour
Carlton Ridenhour
Songwriter
William Jonathan Drayton
William Jonathan Drayton
Songwriter
N. Rogers
N. Rogers
Songwriter
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Arranger
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Arranger
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Executive Producer
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Producer
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Assistant Producer
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Producer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Engineer
Jim Sabella
Jim Sabella
Engineer
John Harrison
John Harrison
Engineer
Matt Tritto
Matt Tritto
Engineer
Nick Sansano
Nick Sansano
Engineer
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer

Lyrics

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 Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Terminator X Go off Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Terminator X Go off Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go 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 - 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 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 Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Terminator X Go off Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Terminator X Go off Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go Terminator X Go off Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go
Writer(s): William Jonathan Drayton, Carlton Ridenhour, Norman L. Rogers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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