Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Public Enemy
Public Enemy
Sampled Artist
Chuck D
Chuck D
Vocals
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Programming
Flavor Flav
Flavor Flav
Vocals
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Programming
James Brown
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Queen
Queen
Sampled Artist
Spoonie Gee
Spoonie Gee
Sampled Artist
Terminator X
Terminator X
Scratches
The J.B.'s
The J.B.'s
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlton Ridenhour
Carlton Ridenhour
Songwriter
William Jonathan Drayton
William Jonathan Drayton
Songwriter
N. Rogers
N. Rogers
Songwriter
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Arranger
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Arranger
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Executive Producer
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Producer
Eric Sadler
Eric Sadler
Assistant Producer
Hank Shocklee
Hank Shocklee
Producer
Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw
Engineer
Jim Sabella
Jim Sabella
Engineer
John Harrison
John Harrison
Engineer
Matt Tritto
Matt Tritto
Engineer
Nick Sansano
Nick Sansano
Engineer
The Bomb Squad
The Bomb Squad
Producer

Lyrics

[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
[Intro]
Terminator X
Terminator X
[Chorus]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
[Bridge]
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 his sound
Off the record, people keeping him down
Trick a chick in Miami
Terminator X packs the jams (Who gives a fuck about a goddamn Grammy?)
Anyway and I'm saying that D's defending the mic
Yeah, who gives a fuck about what they like, right?
The power is bold, the rhyme's politically cold
No judge could 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 tracking the whack
Explaining that, y'all, for the actual fact
Come on
[Bridge]
You dope pusher, using your fame as a DJ to sell drugs
[Chorus]
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
[Chorus]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
[Bridge]
You on the radio
How long you think we gonna allow you to get away with that bogus?
[Verse 2]
He goes on and on
Until 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 hand
Police, wild beasts, dogs on a leash
No peace to reach, that's why he's packing his black piece
Terminator X, yelling with his hands
Damn, almighty ruler ready to jam
But his cuts drive against the belt
Shit
He's bad by his damn self
Yeah, this one job, cold threaten the crowd
Loud sound pound making brothers proud
Boy
[Bridge]
Black people's minds are being controlled in unity
Black music
[Chorus]
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
[Chorus]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
[Bridge]
Using black music, I'm warning you today
You're headed for the wrong
[Verse 3]
Getting small, making room for it all
Flavor's on the phone, so I can make my call
I know you're clocking the enemy
You should be clocking the time
Checking records, I'm wrecking you for defecting my rhyme
No provoking, no joking, you know the stage is set
If you're thinking I'm breaking
He ain't rocked it yet
My education is taking you for a long ride
I'll make your brain slip and do the
Slide
Glide into infinity, it's infinite
With your hand 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
[Chorus]
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
Terminator (Go off)
[Outro]
Yeah, Terminator
Yeah, rock it like that, like that, like that
Yeah, man
Yo, that's why he's, why he's Terminator X
Driving you to till they have to panic, boy, yeah, that's right
Ayo, Terminator, let 'em know you gon' speak with your hands, boy
Yeah
Written by: Carlton Ridenhour, N. Rogers, Norman L. Rogers, Terminator X, William Jonathan Drayton
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out