The Prediction
Nas Lyrics


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What's happening brothers and sisters?
Welcome to our time

Afro-angels hide my weapons in tangles
Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
Despite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
Winged assassins laughing while the New World's collapsing
Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armed with cowries, I'm blasting
As the Earth rebels my womb swells
The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
You can't find if you ain't never had it
Spiritually crafted blacklisted hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Power-shifting comb-fisting I predict Goddesses you running after witches
I kiss my fourteen stitches
Keep all my baby girl wishes
I predict all the oceans turn dry
Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
Wash your face between our legs
While recreating humanity, we will summon yemanja
Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
Ban all pink and yellow pills
I predict killing fields of ghetto arm patch anti-Hatch
Hate groups will be bombed
Childbirth becomes outlawed
Always will be branded numbered and logged
All paper money is gone
Confused scholars can't interpret our scrolls
Your sky has holes




We know the young is old
Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told

Overall Meaning

In Nas's song "The Prediction", he explores themes of Afrocentrism, conspiracy theories, and the end of the world as we know it. The song's opening lines "Welcome to our time" suggest that Nas is addressing the listener from the perspective of someone who has lived through a radical transformation of society and culture.


Nas then continues with a series of vivid and unsettling images, using wordplay to create a sense of foreboding and danger. He talks of "Afro-angels" hiding his weapons in tangles, of a "New World's collapsing", and of a rebellion led by "Winged assassins laughing". Throughout the song, Nas presents himself as a kind of prophet or seer, predicting a future in which everything is turned upside down and the marginalized and oppressed are the ones who rise to power.


In the final stanza of the song, Nas seems to suggest that the upheavals he has described will ultimately lead to a rebirth of humanity. He predicts that "we will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers/Wash your face between our legs/While recreating humanity". Here, Nas seems to be invoking the idea of the divine feminine, suggesting that only by embracing the power of women and the natural world can we hope to survive the chaos to come.


Overall, "The Prediction" is a dark and challenging work that challenges listeners to confront uncomfortable truths about society and the world we live in.


Line by Line Meaning

Afro-angels hide my weapons in tangles
My protective angels conceal my weapons in my natural hair


Black Star Spangled, fragile like hematite with the East oils I write
As a black person in America, I am delicate and vulnerable like hematite, but I use the wisdom of the East to write about my experiences


Despite the lack of sunlight, got my battle boots tight
Even in dark times, I am ready to fight for my people


Now that the government's gone, can't tell your left from your right
Without a government to guide us, everything is confusing and chaotic


Winged assassins laughing while the New World's collapsing
The powerful elite are amused by the destruction of society


Mother Earth's ribs crashed in, armed with cowries, I'm blasting
In the midst of environmental destruction, I am using cowrie shells as a weapon to defend my people


As the Earth rebels my womb swells
As the planet suffers, my power as a woman grows


The birth of Black Magic, savin my people force of habit
My natural abilities as a black person are powerful enough to save my community


You can't find if you ain't never had it
If you've never experienced the strength and resilience of black people, you won't understand it


Spiritually crafted blacklisted hair-twisted ghetto embargo lifted
Despite being oppressed, I am embracing my cultural traditions and lifting myself up


Power-shifting comb-fisting I predict Goddesses you running after witches
Black women will no longer be oppressed, we will be powerful and respected like goddesses


I kiss my fourteen stitches
My physical scars represent the struggle and pain of my people


Keep all my baby girl wishes
I am hopeful that future generations of black girls will have a better life


I predict all the oceans turn dry
The world will face a catastrophic environmental disaster


Not one baby girl will cry as you attempt to grow broccoli from the desert
People will struggle to survive in arid conditions and food will be scarce


We will take our pregnant bodies, drink from underground rivers
As women, we will take care of ourselves and find ways to nourish our bodies and our children


Wash your face between our legs
We will empower ourselves and each other, even in the most intimate and vulnerable situations


While recreating humanity, we will summon yemanja
We will draw on the power of our spiritual and ancestral traditions to create a better world


Search for our fertility, ban all pink and yellow pills
We will control our reproductive health and reject harmful medications and practices


I predict killing fields of ghetto arm patch anti-Hatch
There will be violence and death in the struggle for equality and justice


Hate groups will be bombed
Society will reject and fight against groups that promote hate and prejudice


Childbirth becomes outlawed
The government will attempt to control women's bodies and reproductive choices


Always will be branded numbered and logged
People will be stripped of their individuality and reduced to numbers and statistics


All paper money is gone
The economic system as we know it will collapse


Confused scholars can't interpret our scrolls
The history and culture of black people will be misinterpreted and misunderstood by those in power


Your sky has holes
The world is not as perfect and untouchable as it may seem


We know the young is old
Our wisdom and power come from generations of struggle and resilience


Nastradamus tell us how the story gets told
The future is uncertain, but we trust in our own strength and intuition to guide us




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jessica Care Moore, Rich Jackson

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