The Profecy

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]