Songtext zu 'The Profecy' von Nas

Coming from the shadow of the Iceland
We are Winchester Yankee "n" Nas Escobar
Pablo, What'z up pa?
[Nas]
What'z up pa? Keep it raw for ya
No doubt, P-R, Check it

[Nas]
Play your position, Focus on life see what you're missing
Reality, The tale or the caliver
45 nickels 9, Check the calendar
9-7 deep algebra, Black flaca
Ruled the world high, ??? with my ganster for single years
And rap words immulate my life for years
Autobiography a part of me
Portraits of the ill sh*t inside of me
Magnetic, Jigged up to my fatal wig
Any position I am, I find a way to live
Out of state, On the block, Or behind metal gate
Yo this heavyweight got cheddar to make
Smack your head off, Click wildling, Push thru
Puerto Rock warriors, Took you thru the drama
Escobaro, Pablo, Miliano, Papo take the world pronto
Word to mines, Genuine, Senor Juan at your table
Poison you, Mad fatal
Just the way it is when you let the hood raise you
Never let them hoes play you
Mental, Smart, Strong and stable

[Yankee]
Trenta-Trenta, Me sesenta metrales letal violenta
Alimente-Mental de toda mi gente completa
Fundamenta es mi letra, I represent the instrumental
Rapida lenta, Winchester se la inventa en lo noventa
Liricas respuestas para preguntas que no contestan
Como el misterio, De cuando suena la trompeta
6-6-6 "yo" sera la marca de la bestia
Directo para tu frente o tu mano derecha
El infierno, Sobre la tierra
Socio, Que dice que en la calle tenia el jugo
Para cualqiera gatillo darle
Decia ???, Siempre vivira en mi vida en grande
Con tanta guilladeres ahora copera con lo federales
Se dejo llevar por la malda, El chico en todo momento
La envidia, Gatillo, Demonios que andan suerto
Tienen ojos y no miran como si tuvieran un bendaje
Nadie podra serrar mis ojos espirituales
Es para el gatillero que solo pienza en maltilleo
Gapea un par de saco para picharle al nevuleo
De momento se siente, Que lo pueden cojer dormido
Tiene que estar alerta haci que le mete al perico
De momento siente una persecucion enorme
No lo aguanta, Corre y lo baja con la ???
Entonce empieza el problema cuando le suertan el fulete
Lo patea el rifle, La misma historia al inocente
Y recuerdo las palabras de quien me tuvo en su ???
Tu futuro depende de la siembra de tu sobra
Cada cual es reponsable de su cosecha y la persona
Que siembra el gatillo su fruto sera la muerte
Espada muere, Al que tambien espada hiere
Impacta y mata, Lirica intocable intacta
No tengo enemigo, El unico es el Satan
Canta, Cosa que no sea ??? ???
Quien es el ganster, Eres? What'z up? What'z up? What'z up?

[Nas]
"Yeah, Ya know the deally
Ya know the deally, When the cops get peally
For really, Check the drilly"
"Yo" ride expeditions, Diamonds, New York finest
Large gods, See the god Nas is time less
Mac official, Black pistol, Rap hit you
Much love to Puerto Rico, We rolling with you
Winchester here to bless you
9-7 Big Nas love out to P-R
And we out like that, Keep the gaps cock back
"Winchester and Nas, On the rise baby
P-R to Q-B, Word up"

[Yankee]
"P-R, N-Y-C, Winchester Yankee
Para Puerto Rico, Boricua Guerrero
Soy valioso como Bernie Williams en este juego
"Ha, Ha, No doubt pa"

"Otra, Otra, Otra.." The Second Coming"

[Nas]
Third grade, singin Star Spandled Banner
Using proper manners, learned to handle anger
Animal behavior
Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on
Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song
Socks long to my knees
Summer breeze runnin through the leaves
Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad?
Can I hang wit my little gang out?
Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out
Come upstairs, run up stairs
Take a bath, shit stained underwears
Wipe yourself wit paper
Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30
Wash my plate, ate dinner up late
Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball
Was my future for this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood days but things ain't change

[Chorus x2: all Nas samples]
"Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
"It's like that, you know it's like that"
"Nas-Nas'll catch wreck", "You got the mad fat fluid"

[Nas]
Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes
They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood
They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood
They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won
E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus
Nixon was the anti-christ
Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white
Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream
Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean
Babies is born, big families started to blossom
Mad people just applied for apartments and got em
Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
From tommy guns to mac 10's
QB's new born killers (shit is changed)

[Chorus x2]

[Nas]
Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed
Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab
Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin
Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes, don status
Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin
I remember park jams
Gazelles, perfect wave shell
Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze
Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare
Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air
Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch
Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz
What project is this?
QB, Vernon and Tenth
12th Street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
What could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game
When it's all said and done, just remember my name

[Chorus x2]