The Fugees - Introduction lyrics

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