Ether

Song Ether
Artist Nas
Album Stillmatic

Lyrics

[00:05.44] ("Fuck Jay-Z")
[00:06.25] What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
[00:09.76] You, what?
[00:10.91] ("Fuck Jay-Z")
[00:11.97] You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
[00:15.14] ("Fuck Jay-Z")
[00:15.88]
[00:16.29] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether
[00:17.88] (Will) Teach you the king you know you
[00:19.08] (Not) "God's son" across the belly
[00:20.60] (Lose) I prove you lost already
[00:22.23]
[00:22.40] Brace yourself for the main event
[00:24.62] Y'all impatiently waiting
[00:25.51] It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
[00:27.93] Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
[00:30.91] Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
[00:34.67] I embrace y'all with napalm
[00:36.78] Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
[00:39.63] How could Nas be garbage?
[00:41.02] Semi-autos at your cartilage
[00:42.82] Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
[00:45.71] I got this, locked since '9-1
[00:48.30] I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
[00:51.38] Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
[00:54.27] With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
[00:57.36] Check it
[01:00.78]
[01:01.31] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether
[01:02.33] (Will) Teach you the king you know you
[01:03.83] (Not) "God's son" across the belly
[01:04.45] (Lose) I prove you lost already
[01:06.38]
[01:07.11] Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
[01:08.28] Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fucking ring
[01:10.06]
[01:10.25] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether
[01:11.19] (Will) Teach you the king you know you
[01:12.28] (Not) "God's son" across the belly
[01:13.74] (Lose) I prove you lost already
[01:14.69]
[01:15.42] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
[01:18.59] Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
[01:21.25] Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
[01:24.55] Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
[01:27.07] Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
[01:29.92] With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
[01:32.68] When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
[01:35.85] That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
[01:38.57] Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
[01:41.80] To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
[01:44.55] This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
[01:47.68] When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
[01:50.71] First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
[01:54.81] Dick sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live
[01:58.36]
[01:58.73] (I...will...not...lose)
[02:01.39] "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
[02:04.07] The king is back, where my crown at?
[02:06.60] (Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
[02:09.23] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether
[02:10.25] (Will) Teach you the king you know you
[02:11.66] (Not) "God's son" across the belly
[02:12.98] (Lose) I prove you lost already
[02:14.34]
[02:14.90] Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
[02:17.26] What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
[02:19.09] You traded your soul for riches
[02:20.72] My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
[02:22.95] And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
[02:26.47] You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
[02:29.19] Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
[02:32.45] Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
[02:34.91] Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
[02:37.96] In '88 you was getting chased through your building
[02:40.78] Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
[02:43.84] All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
[02:46.96] Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god
[02:49.75] Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
[02:52.62] No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
[02:55.73] Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
[02:58.79] You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
[03:01.93] I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
[03:05.03] You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
[03:08.77] Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
[03:10.38] Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
[03:13.57] That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
[03:16.51] Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
[03:19.10] Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
[03:22.50] Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
[03:25.46] And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
[03:28.21] Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
[03:31.33] And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
[03:33.69] Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
[03:37.16] In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
[03:40.12] Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
[03:42.97] What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
[03:45.97] Ne-gro please
[03:47.64] You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
[03:50.65] Compared to Beans you wack
[03:51.87] And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
[03:54.63] You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
[03:58.53] And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
[04:00.93] You a dick-riding faggot, you love the attention
[04:03.84] Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
[04:06.61] Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
[04:10.28] J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
[04:12.73] Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
[04:15.69] Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
[04:19.01] So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
[04:21.78] How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?
[04:24.53] Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
[04:27.57] You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
[04:30.86]

Pinyin

[00:05.44] " Fuck JayZ"
[00:06.25] What' s up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain' t talking ' bout me dog
[00:09.76] You, what?
[00:10.91] " Fuck JayZ"
[00:11.97] You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
[00:15.14] " Fuck JayZ"
[00:15.88]
[00:16.29] I Fuck with your soul like ether
[00:17.88] Will Teach you the king you know you
[00:19.08] Not " God' s son" across the belly
[00:20.60] Lose I prove you lost already
[00:22.23]
[00:22.40] Brace yourself for the main event
[00:24.62] Y' all impatiently waiting
[00:25.51] It' s like an AIDS test, what' s the results?
[00:27.93] Not positive, who' s the best? Pac, Nas and Big
[00:30.91] Ain' t no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
[00:34.67] I embrace y' all with napalm
[00:36.78] Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
[00:39.63] How could Nas be garbage?
[00:41.02] Semiautos at your cartilage
[00:42.82] Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
[00:45.71] I got this, locked since ' 91
[00:48.30] I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain' t influenced
[00:51.38] Gave y' all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
[00:54.27] With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
[00:57.36] Check it
[01:00.78]
[01:01.31] I Fuck with your soul like ether
[01:02.33] Will Teach you the king you know you
[01:03.83] Not " God' s son" across the belly
[01:04.45] Lose I prove you lost already
[01:06.38]
[01:07.11] Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man no doubt
[01:08.28] Ay, y' all faggots, y' all kneel and kiss the fucking ring
[01:10.06]
[01:10.25] I Fuck with your soul like ether
[01:11.19] Will Teach you the king you know you
[01:12.28] Not " God' s son" across the belly
[01:13.74] Lose I prove you lost already
[01:14.69]
[01:15.42] I' ve been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
[01:18.59] Luck ran out, they hoped that I' d be gone, stiff and rotten
[01:21.25] Y' all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave uh
[01:24.55] Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
[01:27.07] Y' all some " well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
[01:29.92] With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
[01:32.68] When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
[01:35.85] That this GayZ and Cockafella Records wanted beef
[01:38.57] Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
[01:41.80] To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
[01:44.55] This for dolo and it' s manuscript, just sound stupid
[01:47.68] When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
[01:50.71] First, Biggie' s ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
[01:54.81] Dick sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live
[01:58.36]
[01:58.73] I... will... not... lose
[02:01.39] " God' s son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
[02:04.07] The king is back, where my crown at?
[02:06.60] Ill... will Ill Will rest in peace, let' s do it niggas
[02:09.23] I Fuck with your soul like ether
[02:10.25] Will Teach you the king you know you
[02:11.66] Not " God' s son" across the belly
[02:12.98] Lose I prove you lost already
[02:14.34]
[02:14.90] Y' all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
[02:17.26] What' s sad is I love you ' cause you' re my brother
[02:19.09] You traded your soul for riches
[02:20.72] My child, I' ve watched you grow up to be famous
[02:22.95] And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
[02:26.47] You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
[02:29.19] Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
[02:32.45] Well life is hard, hug me, don' t reject me
[02:34.91] Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
[02:37.96] In ' 88 you was getting chased through your building
[02:40.78] Calling my crib and I ain' t even give you my numbers
[02:43.84] All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
[02:46.96] Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god
[02:49.75] Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
[02:52.62] No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
[02:55.73] Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
[02:58.79] You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
[03:01.93] I still whip your ass, you thirtysix in a karate class
[03:05.03] You Taebo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
[03:08.77] Ask me if I' m tryna' kick knowledge
[03:10.38] Nah, I' m tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
[03:13.57] That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
[03:16.51] Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
[03:19.10] Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he' s Puffy
[03:22.50] Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
[03:25.46] And that' s the guy y' all chose to name your company after?
[03:28.21] Put it together, I rock hoes, y' all rock fellas
[03:31.33] And now y' all try to take my spot, fellas?
[03:33.69] Philly' s hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
[03:37.16] In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
[03:40.12] Foxy got you hot ' cause you kept your face in her puss
[03:42.97] What you think, you getting girls now ' cause of your looks?
[03:45.97] Negro please
[03:47.64] You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
[03:50.65] Compared to Beans you wack
[03:51.87] And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
[03:54.63] You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big
[03:58.53] And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
[04:00.93] You a dickriding faggot, you love the attention
[04:03.84] Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
[04:06.61] Ha, ROC get gunned up and clapped quick
[04:10.28] J. J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
[04:12.73] Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
[04:15.69] Shawn Carter to JayZ, damn you on Jaz dick
[04:19.01] So little shorty' s getting gunned up and clapped quick
[04:21.78] How much of Biggie' s rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?
[04:24.53] Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
[04:27.57] You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss
[04:30.86]