Introduction

(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 Nigga 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 nigga hide, flee nigga flee run nigga run
 If I got my hood, my cross, my tree my gun
 My rope
 And it's a long one