Terminator X to the Edge of Panic Public Enemy
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[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
"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
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