[(Wyclef) Lauryn in parentheses]
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Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp unh! Ahh!)
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Yo...It never stops, what?!
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We comin' back! (Murder dat buoy!)
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Ninety seven to two thousand, check it! (Ha! Ha! La!)
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[Wyclef]
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Jericho sound...
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No Woman No Cry (We 'bout to set it!)
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Yes! Yes! (We 'bout to set it!)
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Yo! We 'bout to set it! (L-Boogie, yes yo, what?!)
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We 'bout to set it! (We'bout to set it!)
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Yes! We 'bout to set it! (We 'bout to set it!)
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[Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill - Verse One]
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Yo, L won't take the mark though I swim with sharks
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I make the dark see the light
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Board the ark for forty nights
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Times reveal a broken seal, like a (pause) fiend steal
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You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal
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You make deals with devils
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The soul descends infinite levels
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Pray to God I see the next, rescripture in Holy text then
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ask to be forgiven for premarital sex
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In the same breath I speak with death about the times
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and how many joined his army over bullshit rhymes
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You see L change the topic, clear as fiber-optics
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Make talk about your clothes become microscopic decisions
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Young bitches in prison, messing 'round with that life
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Thug, drug dealer wife
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Consequence cut like a knife, then we learned that
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only Jah and God can protect
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You know the story, housing projects is purgatory
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So, teach the youths they got more rights than Miranda
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Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word!
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[Wyclef]
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Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?!
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Jericho Sound...System!
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Turn up your sound...Systems!
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[Wyclef - Verse Two]
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Yo, here he comes down the road
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A black Maserati, what up Raheem? (Whatup?! Whatup?! Whatup?!)
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He never fought unless necessary
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You shot at? He shot back
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The whole block felt the bang
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Last man to fight with his fists his name was Jackie Chan
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Not Charles Brownson
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Once you hear the whistle, even Grandmas is stackin' up on old wooden pistols
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Nobody's thinking by the time you're done blinking
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Cold freezer, so your body won't be stinkin'
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Read the will, he left the bills for his daughter Soleil
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Last words written just before he got killed
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Woman cry (Crying)
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Why wasn't I the one?
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Not knowing, the omen was her son DAMIEN! (Demonic voice in background)
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Father forgive 'em, for they know not what they done
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Their meaning of fun is who can draw the quicker gun
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Easy with the fizi
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Second rate the violence
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Those who disagree hear your ashes blow in silence!
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[Wyclef]
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Yo! Turn up your sound system!
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This is the Refugee Camp!
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Jericho Sound System!
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Know what I'm sayin'?!
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Te Bass production!
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Refugee Camp collaboration!
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Turn up your sound system!
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Come on! Turn up your boom system!
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This is how we do, turn it up, come on!
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[Prakazrel "Pras" - Verse Three]
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From the heart of Kingston, to the streets of Brooklyn-Marcy
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All the way to the highest peak of any frequency, unhh!
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Illegal aliens, them all run invasions
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Broadcasting all over your radio stations (Radio station!) - Lauryn
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Mathematics, lead me to believe
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there's mysteries in numbers
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Lightning and thunder
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Enough, ribbons in the sky (Ribbon In The Sky!)
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To make Stevie Wonder
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and man it works, to say I come from down under (Come from down under!)
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The wiz kid got no ride
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You frontin' at the bar (You frontin' at the bar!)
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You ain't a star
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You rolled up in somebody else's car (You rolled up in somebody else's car!)
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You know the deal! BMW, Black Man Walking, came home your
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Timberlands was talkin'! (Uh huh)
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(Addressing Jeru) Niggas jealous 'cause the truth I said in Zealots
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Well let me tell it...Without Premier you couldn't sell it!!!
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[Lauryn]
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Murder dat buoy!!!
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[Wyclef - outro]
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We 'bout to set it, Yes! Yes!
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Jericho Sound!
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L-Boogie you know what I'm sayin?
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We gonna come like Star Wars, you know what I'm saying?
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We 'bout to set it!
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Nineteen ninety seven to the year two thousand and one!
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Ichi-Bang! Even in Japan!
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Yo, L you know the flavor!
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Battle star galactical!
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Who wanna battle?! Battle star galactical!
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Come on! You know the flavor!
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Jericho Allstars
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(Something in Creole)
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