Introduction - Fugees

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 Ni**a 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 ni**a hide flee ni**a flee run ni**a run

If I got my hood my cross my tree my gun

My rope

And it's a long one