[Wyclef Jean - 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***a, Jig 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***a hide, flee n***a flee run n***a run If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun My rope And it's a long one