Ether song by Nas from Primary Album Stillmatic. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is East Coast, Diss, New York music. The Record company is Columbia Records & Ill Will Records. Released on December 4, 2001.
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Ether Meaning
| [[Produced by Ron Browz] [Intro] Fuck Jay-Z What’s up, niggas? Ayo, I know you ain’t talkin’ about me, dawg (You? What?) Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick, nigga You love my style, nigga (Uh, uh, uh, uh) Fuck Jay-Z [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God’s Son across the belly (Lose) I’ll prove you lost already (Uh) [Verse 1] Brace yourself for the main event, y’all impatiently waitin’ It’s like a AIDS test, what’s the results? Not positive, who’s the best, Pac, Nas and B.I.G.? Ain’t no best, east, west, north, south, flossed out Greetings, I embrace y’all with napalm Blows up, no guts left, chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilage (Uh) Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne I got this locked since ’91 (Uh), 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 , [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God’s Son across the belly (Haha) (Lose) I’ll prove you lost already (Uh) [Interlude] Ayo, pass me the weed (Tsk, there you go) Put my ashes out on these niggas, man (Ain’t no doubt) Ayo, you faggots, y’all kneel and kiss the motherfuckin’ ring [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God’s Son across the belly (Lose) I’ll prove you lost already [Verse 2] 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-wishin’ (Bitch niggas), friendly-actin’, envy-hidin’ snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin’, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cock-a-Fella Records wanted beef (What?) Started cockin’ up my weapon, slowly loadin’ up this ammo To explode it on a camel (Haha) and his soldiers I can handle This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid When KRS already made a album called Blueprint (Dick) First Biggie’s your man, then you got the nerve to say That you better than B.I.G., dick-suckin’ lips (Ha) Why don’t you let the late, great veteran live? , [Interlude] I will Not lose (God’s son across the belly, I’ll prove you lost already), uh The king is back Where my crown at? (Ill Will) Ill Will, rest in peace, let’s do it, niggas [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you, the king, you know you (Not) God’s Son across the belly (Lose) I’ll prove you lost already [Verse 3] 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 watchin’ his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin’ women Were you abused as a child? Scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well, life is harsh, hug me, don’t reject me Or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In ’88 you was gettin’ chased through your building Callin’ my crib and I ain’t even give you my numbers All I did was give you a style for you to run with Smilin’ in my face, glad to break bread with the God Wearin’ Jaz’ chains, no TECs, no cash, no cars No jail bars, Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin’ with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I’ll still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class? You Tae-Bo ho, tryna work it out, you tryna get brolic? Ask me if I’m tryna kick knowledge? Nah, I’m tryna kick the shit you need to learn, though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow (Burn slow) Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he’s Puffy (Ill) Rocafella 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 tryna take my spot, fellas? Feel these hot rocks, 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 gettin’ girls now ’cause of your looks? (Girls, girls, girls, haha) Negro, please, ha, you no-mustache-havin’ 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 hangin’ with Kane, to Irv, to B.I.G And Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin’ 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 Shawny’s gettin’ gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie’s rhymes is gon’ come out your fat lips? (Nigga) Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss] |
Commonly asked questions
- What is the name of the producer of the lyrics for Ether?
This lirics prodiucer by Ron Browz.
- Who is credited with writing the music and lyrics to this song? Ether
Ether song is written by Nas & Ron Browz
- Who is the music Mixing Engineer
Ether song lyrics mixing Engineer by Kevin Crouse
- Who worked on the recording of the song?
Ether lyrics recording Engineer is Kevin Crouse
- Who worked on the mastering of the song?
Ether lyrics song mastering engineer is Chris Gehringer
