Lyrical Breakdown of Ether - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Fuck Jay-Z

What's up niggas?

Ayo, 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)

(I) 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

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 B.I.G.?

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 (uh)

Burner at the side of your dome, come out of my throne

I got this locked since '91, 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

(I) 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

Ayo, pass me the weed, put my ashes out on these niggas, man

Ayo, you faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the motherfuckin' ring

(I) 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

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 Cock-a-Fella 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 his manuscript just sound stupid

When KRS already made a album called, "Blueprint" first

Biggie's your man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than B.I.G., dick-sucking lips

Won't you let the late, great veteran live (I will not)

God's son across the belly (lose)

I prove you lost already (uh)

The king is back, where my crown at? (Ill)

Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas (Will)

(I) 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 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

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

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 36 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

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 puss

What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks

Negro, please, you no mustache having with whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans you whack

And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame

You ass, went from Jaz to hanging with Kane, to Irv, to B.I.G.

And Eminem murdered you on your own shit

You a dick-riding 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 shawty's getting gunned up and clapped quick

How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips, nigga?

Wanted to be on every last one of my classics

You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss