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Terminator X To The Edge Of Panic
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INTERPRÉTATION
Public Enemy
Public Enemy
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Chuck D
Chuck D
Chant
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Programmation
Flavor Flav
Flavor Flav
Chant
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Programmation
James Brown
James Brown
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Queen
Queen
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Spoonie Gee
Spoonie Gee
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Terminator X
Terminator X
Scratch
The J.B.'s
The J.B.'s
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Carlton Ridenhour
Carlton Ridenhour
Paroles/Composition
William Jonathan Drayton
William Jonathan Drayton
Paroles/Composition
N. Rogers
N. Rogers
Paroles/Composition
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Arrangement
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Arrangement
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Production déléguée
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Production
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Assistance de production
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Production
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Ingénierie
Jim Sabella
Jim Sabella
Ingénierie
John Harrison
John Harrison
Ingénierie
Matt Tritto
Matt Tritto
Ingénierie
Nick Sansano
Nick Sansano
Ingénierie
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
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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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