Introduction Lyrics - The Fugees

The year 

Two-thousand and seventeen master! 

The man 

Every two-thousand years a prophecy is prophesied 

The mission 

To carry out the word of the shepherd into this cold world 

That just keeps folding 

The group 

I don't know, 

Who is the group 

Tran-translators! 

[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, 

Now that's a black thing 

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