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