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Nas – Ether


Download another hot mp3 audio song by Nas And this amazing music is titled “Ether”.

Actually this wonderful track was released in the year 2001 under his trended album which is titled “Stillmatic”.

Listen up below!.


Nas Ether Lyrics

What’s up niggas, hey yo, I know you ain’t talking ’bout me dog

You, what?

(“Fuck Jay-Z”)

You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga

(“Fuck Jay-Z”)

Fuck with your soul like ether

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(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

Fuck 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 niggas man (no doubt)

Hey, y’all fagots, y’all kneel and kiss the fuckin’ ring

Fuck 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 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 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

“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 niggas

Fuck 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 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, 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 pussy, 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 shit you need to learn though

That ether, that shit 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 shit

You a dick-riding fagot, 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

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 shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss

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