Terminator X To the Edge of Panic

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

Terminator X

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

Take a look at his style (Yeah)

Take a check of his sound

Off the record, people keeping him down

Trick a chick in Miami

Terminator X packs the jams (Who gives a fuck about a goddamn Grammy?)

Anyway and I'm saying that D's defending the mic

Yeah, who gives a fuck about what they like, right?

The power is bold, the rhyme's politically cold

No judge could 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 tracking the whack

Explaining that, y'all, for the actual fact

Come on

You dope pusher, using your fame as a DJ to sell drugs

Terminator (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

You on the radio

How long you think we gonna allow you to get away with that bogus?

He goes 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 hand

Police, wild beasts, dogs on a leash

No peace to reach, that's why he's packing his black piece

Terminator X, yelling with his hands

Damn, almighty ruler ready to jam

But his cuts drive against the belt

Shit

He's bad by his damn self

Yeah, this one job, cold threaten the crowd

Loud sound pound making brothers proud

Boy

Black people's minds are being controlled in unity

Black music

Terminator (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go

Using black music, I'm warning you today

You're headed for the wrong

Getting small, making room for it all

Flavor's on the phone, so I can make my call

I know you're clocking the enemy

You should be clocking the time

Checking records, I'm wrecking you for defecting my rhyme

No provoking, no joking, you know the stage is set

If you're thinking I'm breaking

He ain't rocked it yet

My education is taking you for a long ride

I'll make your brain slip and do the

Slide

Glide into infinity, it's infinite

With your hand 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 (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Terminator (Go off)

Yeah, Terminator

Yeah, rock it like that, like that, like that

Yeah, man

Yo, that's why he's, why he's Terminator X

Driving you to till they have to panic, boy, yeah, that's right

Ayo, Terminator, let 'em know you gon' speak with your hands, boy

Yeah