[ti:Ether] [ar:Nas] [al:Stillmatic] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.46]Ether - Nas [00:05.53]（"Fuck Jay-Z"） [00:05.84] [00:06.39]What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog [00:10.25]You, what? [00:11.30]（"Fuck Jay-Z"） [00:12.62]You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga [00:15.30]（"Fuck Jay-Z"） [00:16.07]（I） Fuck with your soul like ether [00:18.58]（Will） Teach you the king you know you [00:20.02]（Not） "God's son" across the belly [00:21.18]（Lose） I prove you lost already [00:22.37]Brace yourself for the main event [00:24.63]Y'all impatiently waiting [00:25.82]It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? [00:28.09]Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big [00:31.40]Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy [00:34.44]I embrace y'all with napalm [00:37.18]Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone [00:40.04]How could Nas be garbage? [00:41.62]Semi-autos at your cartilage [00:43.54]Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne [00:46.21]I got this, locked since '9-1 [00:48.40]I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced [00:51.74]Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas [00:55.04]With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music [00:57.66]Check it [00:58.54]（I） Fuck with your soul like ether [00:59.71]（Will） Teach you the king you know you [01:01.19]（Not） "God's son" across the belly [01:02.51]（Lose） I prove you lost already [01:04.05]Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man （no doubt） [01:07.08]Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fucking ring [01:10.13]（I） Fuck with your soul like ether [01:11.30]（Will） Teach you the king you know you [01:12.86]（Not） "God's son" across the belly [01:14.30]（Lose） I prove you lost already [01:15.78]I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten [01:18.57]Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten [01:21.41]Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave （uh） [01:24.68]Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face [01:27.31]Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes [01:30.22]With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? [01:33.38]When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep [01:36.26]That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef [01:39.14]Started cocking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo [01:42.13]To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle [01:45.21]This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid [01:48.20]When KRS already made an album called Blueprint [01:51.33]First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big [01:55.12]Dick sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live [01:58.31]（I...will...not...lose） [02:01.18]"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already [02:03.23]The king is back, where my crown at? [02:07.31]（Ill...will） Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas [02:09.37]（I） Fuck with your soul like ether [02:10.95]（Will） Teach you the king you know you [02:12.17]（Not） "God's son" across the belly [02:13.35]（Lose） I prove you lost already [02:15.35]Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches [02:17.17]What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother [02:19.58]You traded your soul for riches [02:20.89]My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous [02:23.35]And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it [02:26.88]You seem to be only concerned with dissing women [02:29.50]Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? [02:32.95]Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me [02:35.07]Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly [02:38.39]In '88 you was getting chased through your building [02:41.20]Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers [02:44.35]All I did was gave you a style for you to run with [02:47.31]Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god [02:50.11]Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars [02:53.05]No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case [02:55.93]Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase [02:59.16]You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan [03:02.32]I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class [03:05.33]You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? [03:09.01]Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge [03:10.35]Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though [03:13.99]That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow [03:16.51]Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? [03:19.93]Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy [03:22.76]Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter [03:25.85]And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? [03:28.57]Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas [03:31.73]And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? [03:34.35]Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas [03:37.54]In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas [03:40.70]Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss [03:43.79]What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks? [03:45.68] [03:46.57]Ne-gro please [03:48.20]You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat [03:50.84]Compared to Beans you wack [03:52.47]And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame [03:55.21]You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Caine, to Herb, to Big [03:58.94]And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit [04:01.25]You a dick-riding faggot, you love the attention [04:04.19]Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons [04:07.26]Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick [04:10.64]J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick [04:13.13]Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick [04:15.89]Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick [04:19.39]So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick [04:22.20]How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips? [04:25.05]Wanted to be on every last one of my classics [04:26.95] [04:27.89]You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss