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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chuck D
Chuck D
Performer
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Programming
Flavor Flav
Flavor Flav
Performer
Keith Shocklee
Keith Shocklee
Programming
Paul Shabazz
Paul Shabazz
Programming
Professor Griff
Professor Griff
Performer
Terminator X
Terminator X
Scratches
Wizard K-Jee
Wizard K-Jee
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Ridenhour
Carlton Ridenhour
Composer
Keith Shocklee
Keith Shocklee
Composer
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer
Alan Plotkin
Alan Plotkin
Recording Engineer
Chris Champion
Chris Champion
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Mixing Engineer
Dan Wood
Dan Wood
Mixing Engineer
Dave Harrington
Dave Harrington
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dave Patillo
Dave Patillo
Assistant Recording Engineer
James Staub
James Staub
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jody Clay
Jody Clay
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kamarra Alford
Kamarra Alford
Assistant Recording Engineer
Kirk Yano
Kirk Yano
Recording Engineer
Mike Bona
Mike Bona
Mixing Engineer
Nick Sansano
Nick Sansano
Mixing Engineer
Paul Eulin
Paul Eulin
Mixing Engineer
Rod Hui
Rod Hui
Mixing Engineer
Steve Loeb
Steve Loeb
Recording Engineer
Tom Conway
Tom Conway
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I got so much trouble on my mind I refuse to lose Here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the Mac(Intosh) Now I'm ready to mike it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like to go solo Lazer, anastasia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven' What I'm givin' up X on the flex hit me now I don't know about later As for now I know how to avoid the paranoid Man I've had it up to here Gear I wear got 'em goin' in fear Rhetoric said Read just a bit ago Not quittin' though Signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from gettin' jerked Changin' some ways To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold Never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some (Get on up) hustler of culture Snakebitten Been spit in the face But the rhymes keep fittin' Respects been givin' how's ya livin' Now I can't protect a pad off defect Check the record An reckon an intentional wreck Played off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall Broke the laws Not my fault they're fallin' off Known as fair square Throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone my home is your home So welcome to the Terrordome Subordinate terror Kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My 98 was 87 on a record yo So now I go Bronco Crucifixion ain't no fiction So called chosen frozen Apology made to who ever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag From the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never know or had a clue Word was heard, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basin' Traits of hate who's celebratin' wit satan? I rope a dope the evil with righteous Bobbin' and weavin' and let the good get even C'mon down And welcome to the Terrordome. Caught in the race against time The pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes While I'm bendin' 'em Snakes blowin' up the lines of design Tryin' to blind the science I'm snedin' 'em How to fight the power Cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother Cause a Black hand Squeezed on Malcom X the man The shootin' of Huey Newton From a hand of a Nigger who pulled the trigger It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First nothing's worse than a mother's pain Of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate So this jam I dedicate Places with racist faces Just an example of one of many cases The Greek weekend speech I speak From a lesson learned in Virginia (Beach) I don't smile in the line of fire I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums even violins Watcha do gitcha head ready Instead of gettin' physically sweaty When I get mad I put it down on a pad Give ya somethin' that cha never had controllin' Fear of high rollin' God bless your soul and keep livin' Never allowed, kickin' it loud Droppin' a bomb Brain game intellectual Vietnam Move as a team Never move alone But Welcome to the Terrordome
Writer(s): Carlton Ridenhour, Keith M. Boxley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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