[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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% hide, flee ^!$$% flee run ^!$$% run

If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
My rope
And it's a long one