Nas - Ether lyrics

Fuck Jay-Z what's up, niggas?
Ayo, I know you ain't talkin' about me, dawg
(You? What?) fuck Jay-Z
You been on my dick, nigga
You love my style, nigga (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuck Jay-Z

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you, the king, you know you
(Not) God's Son across the belly
(Lose) I'll prove you lost already (Uh)

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin'
It's like a AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best, Pac
Nas and BIG?
Ain't no best, east, west, north, south
Flossed out
Greetings, I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts left, chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilage (Uh)
Burner at the side of your dome
Come out of my throne
I got this locked since '91
(Uh) , I am the truest
Name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters
But now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my
Name in his music, check it

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you, the king, you know you
(Not) God's Son across the belly (Haha)
(Lose) I'll prove you lost already (Uh)

Ayo, pass me the weed (Tsk, there you go)
Put my ashes out on these niggas, man
(Ain't no doubt) ayo, you faggots
Y'all kneel and kiss the motherfuckin' ring

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you, the king, you know you
(Not) God's Son across the belly
(Lose) I'll prove you lost already

I've been fucked over, left for dead
Dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone
Stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me
Spit on my grave (Uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back
But in my face y'all some well-wishin'
(Bitch niggas) , friendly-actin'
Envy-hidin' snakes
With your hands out for my money, man
How much can I take?
When these streets keep callin'
Heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella
Records wanted beef (What?)
Started cockin' up my weapon
Slowly loadin' up this ammo
To explode it on a camel
(Haha) and his soldiers I can handle
This for dolo and his
Manuscript just sound stupid
When KRS already made a
Album called Blueprint (Dick)
First Biggie's your man
Then you got the nerve to say
That you better than BIG, dick-suckin' lips
(Ha) why don't you let the late
Great veteran live?

I will not lose
(God's son across the belly, I'll
Prove you lost already) , uh
The king is back
Where my crown at? (Ill Will)
Ill Will, rest in peace, let's do it, niggas

(I) Fuck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you, the king, you know you
(Not) God's Son across the belly
(Lose) I'll prove you lost already

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you
'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches my child
I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad
Watchin' his only son that made it
You seem to be only
Concerned with dissin' women
Were you abused as a child? Scared to smile
They called you ugly?
Well, life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me
Blatant or indirectly in '88 you was gettin'
Chased through your building
Callin' my crib and I ain't
Even give you my numbers
All I did was give you a
Style for you to run with
Smilin' in my face
Glad to break bread with the God
Wearin' Jaz' chains, no TECs, no cash
No cars
No jail bars, Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts
Hangin' with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I'll still whip your ass
You thirty-six in a karate class?
You Tae-Bo ho, tryna work it out
You tryna get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna kick knowledge?
Nah, I'm tryna kick the shit
You need to learn, though
That ether
That shit that make your soul burn slow
(Burn slow)
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy (Ill)
Rocafella died of AIDS
That was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose
To name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes
Y'all rock fellas
And now y'all tryna take my spot, fellas?
Feel these hot rocks, fellas, put
You in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my Glock
Fellas foxy got you hot 'cause you kept
Your face in her puss what you think
You gettin' girls now 'cause of your looks?
(Girls, girls, girls, haha)
Negro, please, ha, you no-mustache havin'
With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans
You wack and your man stabbed Un and
Made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to
Hangin' with Kane, to Irv, to BIG
And Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin' faggot
You love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas
Ask Russell Simmons, ha
R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
JJ evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label
Gunned up and clapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn, you on Jaz dick
So little Shawny's gettin' gunned
Up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon'
Come out your fat lips? (Nigga)
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss