| Song | The Prediction (Album Version) |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | Nastradamus |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Jackson, Moore |
| [00:00.32] | What's happenin brothers and sisters |
| [00:05.69] | Welcome to our time |
| [00:12.13] | Afro-Angels hide my weapons in tangles |
| [00:14.07] | Black Star Spangled fragile like hematite with the East oils I write |
| [00:17.38] | In spite the lack of sunlight got my battle boots tight |
| [00:20.13] | Now that the government's gone can't tell your left from your right |
| [00:22.70] | We the assassins laughin while the New World's collapsin |
| [00:24.34] | |
| [00:24.99] | Mother Earth's ribs crashed in armored carways I'm blastin |
| [00:27.18] | |
| [00:27.80] | As the Earth rebels now womb swells |
| [00:30.05] | The birth of Black Magic savin my people force of habit |
| [00:32.80] | You can't find if you ain't never had it |
| [00:34.61] | Spiritually crafted blackness and hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted |
| [00:37.64] | Power-shiftin comb-fistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches |
| [00:40.95] | I kiss my fourteen stitches |
| [00:42.39] | Keep all my baby girl wishes |
| [00:43.96] | I predict all the oceans turn dry |
| [00:45.89] | Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert |
| [00:49.58] | We will take our pregnant bodies drink from underground rivers |
| [00:52.21] | Wash your face between our legs |
| [00:53.83] | While recreating humanity we will summon yem and yaw |
| [00:56.83] | Search for our fertility ban all pink and yellow pills |
| [00:59.57] | Ban all pink and yellow pills |
| [01:01.39] | I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch anti-Hatch |
| [01:03.51] | |
| [01:04.08] | Hate groups will be bombed |
| [01:06.01] | Childbirth becomes outlawed |
| [01:07.33] | Always will be branded numbered and barred |
| [01:09.02] | All paper money is gone |
| [01:10.26] | Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls |
| [01:12.21] | Your sky has holes |
| [01:13.33] | We know the young is old |
| [01:14.70] | Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Jackson, Moore |
| [00:00.32] | What' s happenin brothers and sisters |
| [00:05.69] | Welcome to our time |
| [00:12.13] | AfroAngels hide my weapons in tangles |
| [00:14.07] | Black Star Spangled fragile like hematite with the East oils I write |
| [00:17.38] | In spite the lack of sunlight got my battle boots tight |
| [00:20.13] | Now that the government' s gone can' t tell your left from your right |
| [00:22.70] | We the assassins laughin while the New World' s collapsin |
| [00:24.34] | |
| [00:24.99] | Mother Earth' s ribs crashed in armored carways I' m blastin |
| [00:27.18] | |
| [00:27.80] | As the Earth rebels now womb swells |
| [00:30.05] | The birth of Black Magic savin my people force of habit |
| [00:32.80] | You can' t find if you ain' t never had it |
| [00:34.61] | Spiritually crafted blackness and hairtwisted ghetto embargo lifted |
| [00:37.64] | Powershiftin combfistin I predict Goddesses you runnin after witches |
| [00:40.95] | I kiss my fourteen stitches |
| [00:42.39] | Keep all my baby girl wishes |
| [00:43.96] | I predict all the oceans turn dry |
| [00:45.89] | Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert |
| [00:49.58] | We will take our pregnant bodies drink from underground rivers |
| [00:52.21] | Wash your face between our legs |
| [00:53.83] | While recreating humanity we will summon yem and yaw |
| [00:56.83] | Search for our fertility ban all pink and yellow pills |
| [00:59.57] | Ban all pink and yellow pills |
| [01:01.39] | I predict killing fields of ghetto armpatch antiHatch |
| [01:03.51] | |
| [01:04.08] | Hate groups will be bombed |
| [01:06.01] | Childbirth becomes outlawed |
| [01:07.33] | Always will be branded numbered and barred |
| [01:09.02] | All paper money is gone |
| [01:10.26] | Though few scholars can interpret our scrolls |
| [01:12.21] | Your sky has holes |
| [01:13.33] | We know the young is old |
| [01:14.70] | Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told |