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"Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes" is track #3 on the album Bootleg Versions. It was written by Jean/hill/michel.
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Yes, Refugee Camp, no, it never stops, what, we're comin' back
1970 to 2000, check it, Jericho Sound, 'No Woman, No Cry'

We 'bout to set it, yes, yes, we 'bout to set it
Yo, we 'bout to set it, L-Boogie, what?
We 'bout to set it, we 'bout to set it
Yes, we 'bout to set it, na, we 'bout to set it

Yo, L won't take the mark though I swim with sharks
I make the dark see the light, board the ark for forty nights
Times reveal a broken seal like a fiend steal
You for fake, I'm for real like Jesus Christs' last meal

You make deals with devils, the soul descends infinite levels
Pray to God I see the next rescripture in holy text
Then ask to be forgiven for pre-marital sex
In the same breath, I speak with death

For about the times and how many joined his army over bullshit rhymes
You see L change the topic clear as fiber-optics
Make talk about your clothes become microscopic decisions
Young bitches in prison messing 'round with that life
Thug, drug dealer wife, consequence, cut like a knife

Then we learned that only Jah and God can protect
You know the story, housing projects is purgatory
So, teach the youths they got more rights than Miranda
Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda, word

Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jericho Sound System, turn up your sound systems

Yo, here he comes down the road a black Maserati
What up Raheem? He never fought unless necessary
You shot at, he shot back the whole block felt the bang
Last man to fight with his fists his name was Jackie Chan

Not Charles Bronson, once you hear the whistle
Even grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols
Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking
Cold freezer, so your body won't be stinking

Read the will, he left the bills for his daughter Soleil
Last words written just before he got killed
Woman cry, why wasn't I the one?
Not knowing, the omen was her son, Damien

Father forgive 'em for they know not what they've done
Their meaning of fun is who could draw the quicker gun
Easy with the fizi, settle with the violence
Those who disagree hear, your ashes blow in silence

Yo, turn up your sound system, this is the Refugee Camp
Jericho Sound System, know what I'm sayin'?
Te Bass production, Refugee Camp collaboration

Turn up your sound system
Come on, turn up your boom system
This is how we do, turn it up, come on

From the hotel Kingston to the streets of Brooklyn-marcy
All the way to the highest peak of any frequency top
The legal aliens they may run invasions
Broadcasting all over your radio stations

Mathematics, lead me to believe there's mysteries in numbers
Lightning the thunder, enough ribbons in the sky
To make Stevie wonder
And man it works, to say, I come from down under

The wiz kid got no ride you frontin' at the bar, you ain't a star
You rolled up in somebody else's car
You know the deal BMW, black man walking
Came home the Timberlands was talkin'

Nigga's, jealous 'cause the truth I said is zealots
Well, let me tell it without Premier you couldn't sell it
Murder dat boy, shucks, we 'bout to set it, yes, yes
Jericho Sound, L-Boogie you know what I'm sayin?

We gonna come like Star Wars you know what I'm saying?
We 'bout to set it 1997 to the year 2001, Ichi-Bang, even in Japan
Yo, L you know that flavor, Battle Star Galactical
Who wanna battle? Battle Star Galactical, come on

You know all the flavor, Jericho all stars
[Incomprehensible] You know what I'm saying?
You know, like the V, remember V, the old show
We used to watch that? Yo, you know what I mean?

We 'bout to set it, know what I'm sayin'
We 'bout to take ya'll, you know what I'm sayin'?
Remember 'Mork & Mindy'? We used to sit back, happy days
You know what I'm saying? We 'bout to set it, but, yo

Kids ain't playin' that no more, know what I'm sayin'?
Niggas, packin' pistols once you hear the whistle
So we 'bout to set it, you know what I mean?
Yo, yo, you know the flavor you know what I mean?
Yo, man, you know what I'm saying?

Songwriters
JEAN/HILL/MICHEL

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