Текст песни Public Enemy -  Terminator X to the Edge of Panic   
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                                                                    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