Ether (Explicit) - Nas

("F**k Jay-Z")

What's up niggas ay yo I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog

You what

("F**k Jay-Z")

You been on my dick ni**a you love my style ni**a

("F**k Jay-Z")

(I) F**k 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 Hawaiian Sophie fame kept my name in his music

Check it

(I) F**k 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

Ay yo pass me the w**d pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)

Ay y'all faggots y'all kneel and kiss the f**king ring

(I) F**k 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**ked 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 why not 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

(Ill will) Ill Will rest in peace let's do it niggas

(I) F**k 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 niggas deal with emotions like b**ches

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 blatent 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**sy a Stan

I still whip your a** you thirty-six in a karate class

You Tae-bo hoe tryna' work it out you tryna' get brolic

Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge

Nah I'm tryna' 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

Rockefeller 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 a** went from Jaz to hanging with Caine to Herb to Big

And Eminem murdered you on your own sh*t

You a dick-riding faggot you love the attention

Queens niggas run you niggas 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

Shawn 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 gonna come out your fat lips

Wanted to be on every last one of my classics

You pop sh*t apologize ni**a just ask Kiss