Step off, fool, or get cracked! The boss is back! {Who's the boss?} I'm back! {Who's the boss?} The boss is back! {Who's the boss?} {Who's the} {Boss
whips and Anarchists apocalyptic Paranoids Say we've run out of time the Options were abundant and I Was overwhelmed should I write About the time I thought I died
. Into the woods, And who can tell What's waiting on the journey? Into the woods To bring some bread To Granny who Is sick in bed. Never can tell What
a society of people who depend on government and as government gains that power over the people you will lose your rights and freedom that our forefathers fought and died
the boundaries As hellfire falls from the sky A shadow of pain will arise from the ashes Of those fallen ones who have died Our only master with fire
boundaries as hellfire falls from the sky A shadow of pain will arise from the ashes of those fallen ones who have died Our only master with fire and
seven, they were mourning and grieving Thousands of innocent died for what they believed in Armed with nothing but heart and a point to prove Stood in front of tanks and refused
after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines
, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin' who
Hit 'em with a little Ghetto Gospel Those who wish to follow me (My Ghetto Gospel) I welcome with my hands And the red sun sinks at last into the hills
[C-Murder] who's da killer whos the motherfuckin nigga the one that pull the gun the one that squeaze the fucking trigger the cops wanna ask me, wanna
What if I don't recognize their holidays, or pay respect to those who died in wars? What if I refuse to resort to violence to solve my conflicts, and
since the last thing I caught in October June's now here move around where Parts of D.C what ya'll doin down there Dough gotta get flipped who gotta
with guilt and shame and then she cracked Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves Of all these demons haunting us To keep us company In the dream I refuse
The crucifix in flames The house of God burned down to the ground A symbolic action of defiance Brought palace of lies down Refusal to acknowledge the
borders With no pausin' full outstanders ghetto supporters Hook: I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse to lose" I got so much trouble on my mind, "refuse
Protector of England and his warts Born in 1599 and died in 1658 September But alas, oy vay! The disagreement then broke out between The Presbyterian Parliament and the Military who