[Wyclef responding to an overlord voice]
THE YEAR
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
THE MAN
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized
THE MISSION
To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world
that just keeps folding
THE GROUP
I don't know...
WHO IS THE GROUP
Tran...Tranzlators!!
[Lauryn Hill]
What can make a mighty man run?
Make him drop his pride and hide?
Too black, too strong... WRONG
Spook Sambo n**** Jane
You ain't so bad, nor big
White sheets make you sad
Fraid you're gonna hang, ahhh
Now THAT'S a black thang
Boy, you scared of me
BOO! See
Hide n**** hide, flee n**** flee run n**** run
If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
And it's a long one
THE YEAR
Two-thousand and seventeen master!
THE MAN
Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesized
THE MISSION
To carry out the word of the shephard into this cold world
that just keeps folding
THE GROUP
I don't know...
WHO IS THE GROUP
Tran...Tranzlators!!
[Lauryn Hill]
What can make a mighty man run?
Make him drop his pride and hide?
Too black, too strong... WRONG
Spook Sambo n**** Jane
You ain't so bad, nor big
White sheets make you sad
Fraid you're gonna hang, ahhh
Now THAT'S a black thang
Boy, you scared of me
BOO! See
Hide n**** hide, flee n**** flee run n**** run
If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
And it's a long one