Public Enemy - Terminator X to the Edge of Panic lyrics

"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!"

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

"You dope pushers
Using your fame as a DJ to sell drugs!"

Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead

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 foolishness?"

(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)

"Black people's minds are being
Controlled in unity, black music!"

Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead

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, in Black music! I'm
Warning you to change
Your head is gonna roll!"

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

Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead
Terminator (Go off) go ahead

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!