Nas – Ether

Nas – Ether Lyrics

Artist: Nas
Song: Ether

(“F*ck Jay-Z”)
What’s up n#gg#s, hey yo, I know you ain’t talking ’bout me dog
You, what?
(“F*ck Jay-Z”)

You been on my dick n#gg#, you love my style, n#gg#
(“F*ck Jay-Z”)
(I) F*ck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you

(Not) “God’s son” across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y’all impatiently waiting

It’s like an AIDS test, what’s the results?
Ain’t no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y’all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone

Semi-autos at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since ‘9-1
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) F*ck with your soul like ether

(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) “God’s son” across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these n#gg#s man (no doubt)

Hey, y’all fagots, y’all kneel and kiss the f#ckin’ ring
(I) F*ck with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) “God’s son” across the belly

(Lose) I prove you lost already
I’ve been f#cked 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, sh#t on me, spit on my grave (uh)

Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y’all some “well wishers,” friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep

That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it’s manuscript, just sound stupid

When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie’s ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick sucking lips, whyn’t you let the late, great veteran live
(I, will, not, lose)

“God’s son” across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(I’ll, will) Ill Will rest in peace, let’s do it n#gg#s
(I) F*ck with your soul like ether

(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) “God’s son” across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Y’all n#gg#s deal with emotions like b#tches

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, watching his only son that made it

You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don’t reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly

In ’88 you was getting chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain’t even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god

Wearing Jaz chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a p#ss#, a Stan

I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, trying to work it out, you tryna’ get brolic?
Ask me if I’m trying to kick knowledge
Nah, I’m trying to kick the sh#t you need to learn though

That ether, that sh#t that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he’s Puffy
Rockafeller 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 try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly’s hot rock 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 getting girls now ’cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please

You no mustache having, 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 hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big

And, Eminem murdered you on your own sh#t
You a dick-riding fagot, you love the attention
Queens n#gg#s run you n#gg#s, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick

J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty’s getting gunned up and clapped quick

How much of Biggie’s rhymes is goin’ come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop sh#t, apologize, n#gg#, just ask Kiss
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Nas Lyrics – Ether

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From the album:
Stillmatic [Explicit]
Release Year: 2001

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