Nas - Ether Lyrics
[gunshots][nas talking](***** jay-z)Whats up niggas, ay yo, I know you aint talkin bout me dogYou, what?(***** jay-z)You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga(***** jay-z)[chorus](I) ***** with your soul like ether(will) teach you the king you know you(not) gods son across the belly(lose) I prove you lost alreadyBrace yourself for the main eventYall impatiently waitinIts like an aids test, whats the results?Not positive, whos the best? pac, nas and bigAint no best, east, west, north, south, flossed out, greedyI embrace yall with napalmBlows up, no guts, left chest, face goneHow could nas be garbage?Semi-autos at your cartilegeBurner at the side of your dome, come outta my throneI got this, locked since 9-1I am the truest, name a rapper that I aint influencedGave yall chapters but now I keep my eyes on the judasWith hawaiin sophie fame, kept my name in his musicCheck it[chorus][talking]Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)Ay, yall faggots, yall kneel and kiss the *****in ring[chorus]Ive been *****ed over, left for dead, dissed and fogottenLuck ran out, they hoped that Id be gone, stiff and rottenYall just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my faceYall some well wishers, friendly actin, envy hidin snakesWith your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleepThat this gay-z and *****afella records wanted beefStarted *****in up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammoTo explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handleThis for dolo and its manuscript, just sound stupidWhen krs already made an album called blueprintFirst, biggies ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than bigDick suckin lips, whynt you let the late, great veteran live[talking](i...will...not...lose)Gods son across the belly, I prove you lost alreadyThe king is back, where my crown at?(ill...will) ill will rest in peace, lets do it niggas[chorus]Yall niggas deal with emotions like *****esWhats sad is I love you cause youre my brotherYou traded your soul for richesMy child, Ive watched you grow up to be famousAnd now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made itYou seem to be only concerned with dissin womenWere you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?Well life is hard, hug me, dont reject meOr make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectlyIn 88 you was gettin chased through your buildinCallin my crib and I aint even give you my numbersAll I did was gave you a style for you to run withSmilin in my face, glad to break bread with the godWearin jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no carsNo jail bars jigga, no pies, no caseJust hawaiian shirts, hangin with little chaseYou a fan, a phony, a fake, a *****, a stanI still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate classYou tae-bo hoe, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic?Ask me if Im tryna kick knowledgeNah, Im tryna kick the shit you need to learn thoughThat ether, that shit that make your soul burn slowIs he dame diddy, dame daddy or dame dummy?Oh, I get it, you biggie and hes puffyRockafeller died of aids, that was the end of his chapterAnd thats the guy yall chose to name your company after?Put it together, I rock hoes, yall rock fellasAnd now yall try to take my spot, fellas?Phillys hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellasIn a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellasFoxy got you hot cause you kept your face in her pussWhat you think, you gettin girls now cause of your looks?Ne-gro pleaseYou no mustache havin, with whiskers like a ratCompared to beans you wackAnd your man stabbed un and made you take the blameYou ass, went from jaz to hangin with caine, to herb, to bigAnd, eminem murdered you on your own shitYou a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attentionQueens niggas run you niggas, ask russell simmonsHa, r-o-c get gunned up and clapped quickJ.j. evans get gunned up and clapped quickYour whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quickShaun carter to jay-z, damn you on jaz dickSo little shortys gettin gunned up and clapped quickHow much of biggies rhymes is gon come out your fat lips?Wanted to be on every last one of my classicsYou pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask kiss
