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
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