1.Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes
Yes, refugee camp (yeah, yeah refugee camp unh! ahh!)
Yo...it never stops, what？!
We comin' back! (murder dat buoy!)
Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (ha! ha! la!)
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, yes yo, what？!)
We 'bout to set it! (we'bout to set it!)
Yes! we 'bout to set it! (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 (pause) fiend steal
You for fake, i'm for real, like jesus christ's 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 premarital sex
In the same breath i speak with death 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？ (whatup？! whatup？! whatup？!)
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 brownson
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 stinkin'
Read the will, he left the bills for his daughter soleil
Last words written just before he got killed
Woman cry (crying)
Why wasn't i the one？
Not knowing, the omen was her son damien! (demonic voice in
background)
Father forgive 'em, for they know not what they done
Their meaning of fun is who can draw the quicker gun
Easy with the fizi
Second rate 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 heart of kingston, to the streets of brooklyn-marcy
All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh!
Illegal aliens, them all run invasions
Broadcasting all over your radio stations (radio station!) -
lauryn
Mathematics, lead me to believe
There's mysteries in numbers
Lightning and thunder
Enough, ribbons in the sky (ribbon in the sky!)
To make stevie wonder
And man it works, to say i come from down under (come from down
under!)
The wiz kid got no ride
You frontin' at the bar (you frontin' at the bar!)
You ain't a star
You rolled up in somebody else's car (you rolled up in somebody
else's car!)
You know the deal! bmw, black man walking, came home your
Timberlands was talkin'! (uh huh)
(addressing jeru) niggas jealous 'cause the truth i said in
zealots
Well let me tell it...without premier you couldn't sell it!!!
Murder dat buoy!!!
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!
Nineteen ninety seven to the year two thousand and one!
Ichi-bang! even in japan!
Yo, l you know the flavor!
Battle star galactical!
Who wanna battle？! battle star galactical!
Come on! you know the flavor!
Jericho allstars
(something in creole)
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 y'all, 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, we 'bout to
set it!
You know what i mean？ yo! you know the flavor! you know what i
mean？!
Yo man! you know what i'm saying？!
Good times, j.j....
2.Killing Me Softly With His Song(Short Version Live)
Yo! yo! what？!
I heard he sang a good song, yeah!
Yo...i heard he had a style
And so, i came to see him and listen for awhile! (yo, yo, yo,
yo...unh,unh)
What？! yo! yo! yo! yo! yo!...and there he was, this young bra!
(just a lil' kid chillin' on a...unh)
Ha-ha! stranger to my eyes! (c'mon, what？! unh, ahh!)
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, yo! (one time!)
Singing my life with his words...two times! (two times!) {come
on!}
Killing me softly with his song...killing me softly! {yo!
unh-uh! unh-unh-
Unh-unh!}
With his song, telling my whole life! {ha! unh, unh!}
With his words, killing me...softly! yo, yo...yo! yo! yo! yo!
{yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, unh!}
With his...song! (yo l-boogie!) (throw 'em off the bridge!) -
wyclef
3.Nappy Heads(Mad Spider Mix)
4.No Woman, No Cry(Remix With Steve Marley)
...yo, steve marley throw on your father's old record...(yeah) -
lauryn
Ha! classic material...refugee camp, hold tight! yes, yes!
Steve marley, come on! ah-ha! wyclef, ha-ha!
Feel the gong! heh-heh! yes, yes y'all! heh, come on!...yes,
yes!
Feel the gong! (echo)
brackets}
No woman, no cry (crowd cheers)
No woman, no cry! {no woman, no cry!}
No woman...
No, no woman!...no woman, no cry! {no woman, no cry!}
sisters in brackets}
You see...
Said i remember! oh, when we used to sit (where at？) - wyclef
In a government yard, in trenchtown {town!} - marley sisters
(and what did you used to see son？)
Well oh, i was observing, them hypocrites!
As they would... mingle with the good people we meet {meet!}
Yeah-yeah!
Good friends we have, and oh well!
Good friends we've lost! yeah-yeah!
Along...the way! {way!} yeah!
In this great future, yeah! you can't forget your past! say-yeah
Oh, dry your tears i say {say!}
brackets}
Say! say! say! say!
Oh, in a project yard, in brooklyn! {lyn!} [oh, yeah right when
i left haiti,
Ha]
And little georgie, would make the fire light! (i tell ya!)
As...stolen cars passed through the night {night!} [newark, new
jersey, ah-ha!]
And then we'd hit, the corner store!
For roots, paper, and brew, wooh! {brew! whoo!}
My drinks, my only remedy! i tell ya! (sold out! sold out!)
For pain of losing, family...
But while i'm gone, sure thing...
chanting)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (oh! ah! oh-ah!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (oh! ah! oh-ah!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright!! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
Everything's gonna be alright! (oh! ah! oh-ah!) (ho!)
...so, woman no cry!
No, no woman!...{no woman, no cry!}
Say! say! say! say!
Hey, little sista! don't shed no tears!
Said no woman! no woman, no cry! {no woman, no cry!]
Lay-la-lay-la-lay-la-lay-la-a-ee!
Yes-yes! wyclef, steve marley sittin' back reminiscing
This is how it used to be...yes-yes! {no woman, no cry!]
(yeah, yo...ghetto youths up in here! heh) - lauryn
No woman, ay! no woman, ay! no woman, no woman, no cry!
No woman, no cry! (with wyclef) {no woman, no cry!}
Yeah...refugees up in here...
Little darlin' (yeah you!)
Don't shed no tears!............
No woman, no cry!!! (no cry!) - steve
5.Ready Or Not(Clark Kent Django Remix)
Ready or not (9x)...
You can't run away
From these styles i got oh baby,
Hey baby, 'cause i got alot, oh yeah
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh yeah!
Yo! now that i escape, selling five million plates
My beeper vibrates, like california earthquakes
But i keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
M.c.'s go hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
Still ichi bang, wack m.c.'s get the gong!
Lyrical tongue
Wireless mics from samsung
Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
Angela basset wanted the head of jean baptiste
Meanwhile across town, i steal no money to carlito
Mama always said don't gamble
I'm trapped in casino
No more money in my bags
Nightmares, getting closer
I slept on elm street, freddy kruger
Woke up with a german luger
Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
Provoked i change faces like michael jackson's thriller
B-b-b-b-b-boo! (imitating young michael jackson)
And you don't stop!!!
Sometimes the refugees gotta take a stand and break!
If any joker come fe' test another life we take!
'cause when we gunning all the dance, we are the specialist!
So scientist, lyricist, pop your pen intense (？)! ( 2x )
If i could change the times, and make rhymes, raise the babies
Give all the pigs rabies
Send biting niggas to haiti's
Clothe young ladies
Chase the rainbow, find the pot
Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
Lose the fame
Take the money
Play boys, just like the bunny
Find a man with a plan
Slap a chicken, if she acts funny
Break the bank, on tank
Stop niggas from acting stank
Take over your bounty rovers
Teach a man to find jehovah
Own the stores, own the tours
Watch the record, pimps and whores
Make love, stop the wars
Cop the land, like the moors
Make the last be the first
Make the god respect the earth
Change the murder rate to the birth! bust it!
Ready or not
Here i come
You can't hide!
Gonna find you! and take it slowly!
Ready or not
Here i come
You can't hide!
Gonna find you! and make you want me!
No more tours, no more scores
Por favor senor, i tempt crews, like a bull to a matador
Run you for your range rover, like that!
Leave you in a broken nova, like that!!
Buffalo soldier! dreadlock rasta! (wyclef in background)
Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
Three refugees, one unusual suspect
A snitch at the table, how far will your trust get？
Lust got you busted, unlocking my vault
Body as a q-tip, right on the asphalt
Tell the youth that you shouldn't skylark
Or get marked, like a narc, as the beast in nu yok (new york)
You can't run away
From these styles i got oh baby,
Hey baby, 'cause i got alot, oh yeah
Anywhere you go, my whole crew gonna know, oh baby
Hey baby, you can't hide from the block oh no!
6.Ready Or Not(Salaam's Ready For The Show Remix)
I'm just about done...
Yo, let me finish tuning this guitar...
Yo, y'all ready for the show？
Ready or not! (yo!) - wyclef
Here we come! (uh huh)
All the biting m.c.'s and the pirates, i go run! (come on, come
on)
(why？)'cause they are old!
(and...) and we are young!
(uh huh...and) and while we're young, yes we're gonna have some
fun! (yo!)
(here it comes) here we go!
Skippity bop bop bop, skippity whoa!! swing! (yo, yo, yo, yo!)
Skippity bop bop bop, skippity whoa!!! swing!! (yo! yo! yo! yo!
yo!)
You should've have died before you reach this station, refugees
we run the
Border!
Ay! ay!...ay! ay!
You should've have died before you reach this station, refugees
we all go
Murder!
Now!!!
Yo! now that i escape, selling four million plates
My beeper vibrates, like california earthquakes
But i keep a balanced head, 'cause you're hot, they're not
M.c.'s go hollywood, then lose their spot on the jukebox
Still ichi bang, wack m.c.'s get the gong!
Lyrical tongue
Wireless mics from samsung
Wyclef, seduced once by an actress
Angela basset wanted the head of jean baptiste
Meanwhile across town, i steal no money to carlito
Mama always say don't gamble
I'm trapped in casino
No more money in my bags
Nightmares, getting closer
I slept on elm street, freddy kruger
Woke up with a german luger
Black serial killer, man turns to gorilla
Provoked i change faces like michael jackson's thriller
B-b-b-b-b-boo! (imitating young michael jackson)
And you don't stop!!!
Yo, l-boogie where you at？
I'm just adjusting my mic
Come on, yo l-boogie where you at？!
I'm just adjusting my mic!
Yo, l-boogie where you at？ come on!
I'm just adjusting my mic!
Well won't ya, grab the mic and lead the blind to the light？!
If i could change the times, make rhymes, raise the babies
Give all the pigs rabies
Send biting niggas to haiti's
Clothe young ladies
Chase the rainbow, find the pot
Free the third time offender once he learns to makes-a-lot
Lose the fame
Take the money
Play boys, just like the bunny
Find a man with a plan
Slap a chicken, if she acts funny
Break the bank, on tank
Stop niggas from acting stank
Take over your vouch free rovers
Teach a man to find jehovah
Own the stores, own the tours
Watch the record, pimps and whores
Make love, stop the wars
Cop the land, like the laws
Make the last be the first
Make the god respect the earth
Change the murder rate to the birth! (swing!)
Hey yo, pras where you at？
I'm just adjusting my mic
Yo! hey yo, pras where you at？!
I'm just adjusting my mic!
C-c-come on, yo pras where you at？!!
I'm just adjusting my mic!
Well won't ya, grab the mic and make the crowd react!
No more tours, no more scores
Por favor senor, i do the soundbite from here to el salvador
Ready to take over, like that! (gun cocks)
Run your whole crew over, like that!! (gunshot)
Buffalo soldier! dreadlock rasta! (lauryn in background)
Rather be slaughtered, than be captured!
Three refugees, one usual suspect
Trapped in the firm, 'cause he fell to two techs
Prospects have thoughts, blood in like outlets
I can read your whole flow, just like a pamphlet
Thousands and thousands of watts
High volt!
Body as a q-tip, right on the asphalt
Tell the truth that you shouldn't sky off
This is mr. prakazrel, i don't take it as an insult
I grab the money, money!
Stash the cash-n-dash, peddle on the gas
I'm clear like everlast! (never seen a refugee movin' so fast!)
- salaam
Now catch me in jamaica
Chillin' at the break of sunsplash!
(ooo-wee!) to queens
(ooo-wee!) to new jersey
(ooo-wee!) to brooklyn
(ooo-wee!) ...and uptown
(ooo-wee!) ...and long island
(ooo-wee!) ...staten island
(ooo-wee!) ...u.c. (university of columbia)
(ooo-wee!) ...miami!
(ooo-wee!) ...to jamaica!
7.Vocab(Hip-Hop Remix)
＊ originally avail. on the vocab 12'
Intro：lauryn hill
Yo, this is the fugees
Refugees
About to take you on a journey
Into the dimensions of the booka basement
The basement, word
Uhh
Hey yo, one two three! the crew is called re-fu-ge-ee-es
An if yu come fa tes the rap stylee
Stop the violence and just bring it on, willld
Verse one： lauryn hill
Hey yo i, feel kind of melancholy people think they really know
me
I keep a wrap about me while i'm driving daddy's audi
I pay the toll fighting for my own soul
Cause the bourgeoise type of mental sucks like a flat comb
But i be baitin the rebel base to bass distort the eq
The devil's wishin they could send me back to mogadishu
Cause i've been wild since i was a juvenile
Afro-centric profile, back when righteous rap was your style
Now kids are whylin so i ask the bad black
Boogie bandit, what's the damage, gimme the estimate then
Pray tell me when's the revolution will begin？
I turn on my tv i check out farrakhan on cnn see
I'm like the phantom that's flying like the bird do
And things you never heard plus i come from the suburbs
Word to god, i heard you're acting kind of hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin on the
boulevard
(you got the vocab) i got the vocab
(on the real got the vocab) you know we got the vocab
(all my peeps got the vocab) yeah, we got the vocab
gab
Verse two： prazwell
Then cast off from here to mexico
You see my four-five-six a-be my celo
And when i rest my head is on a pillow
Be-ba-dee-be, be-dee-be, be-dee-be-bo
You see the skills i manifest is very tho-rough
And if you don't believe me ask freres ja-cques
Mmmm, freres jacques, freres jacques
A dorme vous？ a dorme vous？
Watch out now! when i choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone, if you feel you ain't a sinner, ahh
Say o-ur father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper for he not know how fugee be steppin
Correct and, stopped and kept in, nuff respect to the
Dj, that be selectin, the type of record ahhh
(you got the vocab) i got the vocab
(the click's got the vocab) you know they got vocab
(brooklyn got the vocab) we got the vocab
Verse three： wyclef
Check it out, here we go
Back in eighty-tree, no one wanted to be nappy
I turn on my tv, it's a dreadlock for free
Kill the gimmick
It's nonsense, it's no sense or value
A rapper, disaster, nobody ever told me that
'roxanne, you don't got to work for money no more!!'... and...
Back in the days i used to listen to kool g rap
Way back when before guns became gats and
Run-d.m.c. used to ask mary was she buggin？
I loved p.e., they kept me concious of what i was saying
Afrika bambaata, poor righteous teacher
Got within myself so it made me a five percenter
Say la-di-da-di, uhh! we like to party but
My jam was bdp, with my philosophy
Say grandmaster flash, mc melle mel
Then ll cool j came with rock the bells!
See i'm the one for the crew, like a jew is a jew
Like apollo got the moon, like the men who got the blue
Like the fu got the manchu, chaka got the zulu
Hawaii got the honolulu
I got the rap lieu, so skippedy-de-bop-bop you don't stop
You do the rock-rock from hip-hop through be-bop
From be-bop to bee-bee
(you got the vocab) i got the vocab
(boogie down got the vocab) you know they got the vocab
(black people got the vocab) word, we got the vocab
gab
(you got the vocab) yeahh, we got the vocab
(queens got the vocab) you know y'all got the vocab
(uptown got the vocab) yeahh, they got the vocab
gab
(dc got the vocab) word, y'all got the vocab
(virginia got the vocab) aiyy, i know y'all got the vocab
(oakland got the vocab) word, they got the vocab
gab
8.Vocab(Salaam's Remix)
Uh-huh, uh-huh...
[(wyclef - singing) {wyclef in brackets} lauryn singing in
parentheses]
Vocab, on your mind! {we used to rock the mics in the park!}
(vocab)
Vocab, in your mind! {we used to rock the mic after dark}
(vocab)
The vocab we bring is blunted on reality! {we used to rock the
mics in the
Park!}
(vocab)
So kick back, relax, with a crew called refugees {we used to
rock the mic
After dark} (vocab)
Uh to my, people who pass
I pass gas, to light my incense
I do a sundance, for those who died in the ambulance
A simple stick-up, 'cause affects on the wrong lad
Wrong vocab, he fell into the gap, no coming back
Your hurry is he gets buried, the streets are empty
Mom cry 'misery'
Little bill waits for the adversary
'cause if it's my brother, i gotta get revenge
Action brings reaction, provoked by the street gem
That's when, oh help me, please zsa zsa
My niggas come to the dance, gun salute, with the revolver!
(blaow!!)
Out of respect, you catch wreck, they blast the tech!
If your shit is wack, don't turn your back, you'll get
pussy-smacked!
I don't matter the year, tears for fears, i rule the world
And in my vision, the world is science fiction
Roxanne!!! you don't have to work for money no more!!!!
And...i'm not smiling at no fake m.c.'s
'cause is it me, or do you work for the k.g.b. ？
A-schiscka bob, he drives a dodge, he's a nobody
Nobody's a somebody
This nobody's a spy, kid
He's the rap trader, i'm the battle fulfiller
And if i was magilla gorilla, the mic's my ban-ana
So coca-cabana, who anna on my scanner？
My grandma slam-a-any crews
Ban, or surrender, anna!
Refugee camp, grab him! bag him!
Throw him in the swamp, and let the swamp monsters have him!
Then cast off from here to mexico!
You see my 4-5-6-a-be my cee-lo!
And when i rest my head it's on a peee-low!
B-d-b-d-b-d-b-b-d-b-bo!
You see the skills i manifest, is very thorough!
And if you don't believe me ask freres jacques, hunhh!
A-freres jacques! a-freres jacques! a dorme vous？ a dorme vous？
Say our father, who art in heaven
Forgive the foolish rapper
For he not know how which he be steppin'
Correctin'
Stopped and kept and, nuff respect to the d.j.
That be selecting, that type of record
Watch out now!!! when i choose to speak
I'm forming the cipher fly east to the five percenter
Knowledge is born, to all beginners
Cast the first stone if you feel you ain't a sinner
After eight stays, we resorted to rebell
I'm packin' up my nine
To remedy my stale (？)
Ask your local mechanic, he'll tell you my esophagus is very
profane!
I'm even locking stephen king in his own ending!
God damn it! you got static？! drop your automatic!!!
Niggas fabricating lyrics with cheap fabrics!
All originale damn man is originale, oh!
bah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Ahh, look at the youths, sick of the violence
The gorey got you hot 'cause you coop what you are!
But i've been rockin' mic's since the days of babylon!
My pen was eucalyptus, and my rappin' was the scroll
I walked for many moons, and let the sandels jist to my control
You're swole 'cause you couldn't cross the burnin' sands
You never had no mercy when my people was in egypt's land
Say, 'yes i can!' with the force of elijah
Steppin' to you, they get irrigated like the niger
So hide the cattle
Fugees come to battle
We'll take all your bounty, then we'll eat your vittles
I'm used to the type of poetics that mesmerize
I caught you checkin' with them bette davis eyes!
Surprise, surprise! you never knew a girl could stylize!
It's from the soul! i ain't freakin' with white lies
Yo, hey guys! remember the summer of '92？
Battle after battle! crew after crew!
So, hachoo! fugees coming with a brand new style!
I'm rollin' with them hoodies from the h-a-i!
It takes awhile for them average niggas to get it
But once they understand they won't want to freak with this,
see...
I'm like the phantom
That's flying like the bird
Doin' shit you never heard
Plus i come from the suburbs
Word to god!
I heard ya had it kinda hard
And you got your skin scarred when they was shootin' on the
boulevard!
'vocab, baby' 14x (lauryn)
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