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letra de ether (9th wonder remix) - nas

[produced by 9th wonder]

[intro]
f-ck jay z!
(what’s up n-ggas, ayo, i know you ain’t talking ’bout me, dog, you? what?)
f-ck jay z!
(you been on my d-ck n-gga, you love my style, n-gga)
f-ck jay z!

[hook]
(i) f-ck 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

[verse 1]
brace yourself for the main event, y’all impatiently waiting
it’s like an aids test – what’s the result? not positive
who’s the best? pac, nas and b.i.g
ain’t no best – east, west, north, south, flossed out, greedy
i embrace y’all with napalm, blowed 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 out of 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

[hook]

[verse 2]
i’ve been f-cked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
luck ran out, they hoped that i’d be gone, stiff and rotten
y’all just p-ss on me, sh-t on me, spit on my grave
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 g-y-z and c-ck-a-fella records wanted beef
started c-cking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
to explode it on a camel and his soldiers
i can handle this for dolo and his m-n-script just sound stupid
when krs already made an album called blueprint
first biggie’s your man, then you got the nerve to say
that you better than b.i.g, d-ck-sucking lips
why don’t you let the late, great veteran live

[interlude]
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 rest in peace, let’s do it n-ggas

[hook]

[verse 3]
y’all n-ggas deal with emotions like b-tches, 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 dissing 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 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-ssy, a stan
i still whip your -ss, you thirty-six in a karate cl-ss
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 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
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 try to 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 p-ss
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 -ss, went from jaz to hanging with kane, to irv, to b.i.g
and eminem murdered you on your own sh-t
you a d-ck-riding f-ggot, you love the attention
queens n-ggas run you n-ggas, ask russell simmons, ha

[outro]
r-o-c get gunned up and clapped quick
j.j. evans get gunned up and clapped quick
your whole d-mn record label gunned up and clapped quick
shawn carter to jay-z, d-mn you on jaz d-ck
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 cl-ssics
you pop sh-t, apologize, n-gga, just ask kiss

- nas

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