Don't Cry Dry Your Eyes

Jericho sound

No woman, no cry (We 'bout to set it)

Yes, yes

(We 'bout to set it)

(We 'bout to set it)

Boogie, 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 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 re-scripture in Holy text

Then ask to be forgiven for pre-marital 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?

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 Grandma's is stackin' up on old wooden pistols

Nobody's thinkin' by the time you done blinkin'

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 done

Their meaning of fun is who can draw the quicker gun

Easy with the feezy, separate the violence

Those who disagree hear your ashes blow in silence

Yo, turn 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

Illegal aliens, them all run invasions

Broadcasting all over your radio stations

Mathematics lead me to believe there's mysteries in numbers

Lightning and 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

Come home, your Timberlands was talking

**** jealous 'cause of the truth I said in Zealots

Well, let me tell it

Without Premier, you couldn't sell it

(Murder dat boy)

We 'bout to set it

Yes, yes

Jericho sound

L-boogie, know what I'm sayin'?

We gonna come like "Star Wars"

You know what I'm sayin'?

We 'bout to set it

1997 to the year 2001

Ichiban, even in Japan

Yo, L, you know the flavor

Battlestar Galactica

You wanna battle? Battlestar Galactica

Come on

You know the flavor

Jericho Allstars

You know what I'm sayin'? 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 and Mindy"

We used to sit back, "Happy Days"

You know what I'm sayin'?

We 'bout to set it, but yo

Kids ain't playin' that no more

**** 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