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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 |
