Nas Ether Lyrics

Stillmatic Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Stillmatic (The Intro)
  • 2 Ether
  • 3 Got Ur Self A...
  • 4 Smokin'
  • 5 You're da Man
  • 6 Rewind
  • 7 One Mic
  • 8 2nd Childhood
  • 9 Destroy & Rebuild
  • 10 The Flyest
  • 11 Braveheart Party
  • 12 Rule
  • 13 My Country
  • 14 What Goes Around
  • 15 Every Ghetto
    CD 2
  • 1 No Idea's Original
  • 2 U Gotta Love It (Snippet)
  • 3 My Way (Snippet)
  • 4 Make It Last (Snippet)
  • 5 Doo Rags (Snippet)
  • [Nas]
    ("**** Jay-Z")
    What's up *****s, hey yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
    You, what?
    ("**** Jay-Z")
    You been on my **** *****, you love my style, *****
    ("**** Jay-Z")

    (I) **** 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?
    Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
    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
    How could Nas be garbage?
    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 Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
    Check it


    Hey yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these *****s man (no doubt)
    Hey , y'all fagots, y'all kneel and kiss the ****in ring


    I've been ****ed 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, **** 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 ****afella 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
    **** 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 *****s


    Y'all *****s deal with emotions like *****es
    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 *****, a Stan
    I still whip your ***, 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 **** you need to learn though
    That ether, that **** 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 ***, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
    And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
    You a ****-riding fagot, you love the attention
    Queens *****s run you *****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 ****
    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 ****, apologize, *****, just ask Kiss

    Written by: Dave Allen, Andrew Gill, Jon King, Hugo H. Burnham
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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