Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
Song:   Terminator X to the Edge of Panic

        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 (4X)
        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 (4X)
        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 (4X)
        Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go