jonlakadeadmic
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yeah that'd be cool but not gonna happen unfortunately
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GrizTitan;2147596 said:For what to hear some more wack ass diss records from him. Remember after Ether that wack ass Superugly and all the other shit. Even when Jim Jones dissed the camel that Brooklyn song he put out was trash. How can a muilti millionaire relate to rap beef?
Compared to Ether it was. Matter of fact compared to any diss towards him Superugly was the worse diss song out. A nigga just saying Fuck Jay-Z and ether in the same sentence was better than that shit. And whats funny he always tries to play it off like that almost didnt end his career. It would have if Nas mother didnt die and he fell back.jonlakadeadmic;2147604 said:far from wack
jonlakadeadmic;2147604 said:far from wack
Point proven.ca21;2147691 said:Funny you name one of the few rappers (Jim Jones) that managed to animate Jay to respond with a Diss track. But that Brooklyn song was really trash though. I still smh at that move.
And another onebeerisgood4ya;2147675 said:Super ugly was ass cheeks bruh.......
You sir are very misinformed. And just making up shit.knightryder;2147793 said:lol @ the nigga that said Ether ended Jay Z career.....
more like ether ended nas career, cause thats the highlight of his career......
whenever niggaz do a interview with nas, they ask him about JayZ
whenever niggaz do a interview with Jay, they ask him about his albums, and his success.........
TheEyeronic1;2147881 said:i'll always agree with this....but bitch ass delusional niggas will always say "ether was the best diss ever!!!" yeah rite, all he did was call jay-z gay and ugly....which kinda makes me curious.
GrizTitan;2147933 said:Ether Lyrics
Artist(Band):Nas Review The Song (44) Print the Lyrics
Send "Ether" Ringtones to Cell
[gunshots]
[2Pac talking]
("Fuck Jay-Z")
What's up niggas, ay 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")
[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 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
[Chorus]
[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fucking ring
[Chorus]
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, why not you let the late, great veteran live
[talking]
(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) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
[Chorus]
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, blatent 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, 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
Rockefeller 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 Kane, to Irv, to Big
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 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 classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss.............
Yeah thats all he said. Get off the camels dick. Niggas out here slurpin and burping the camel like he has never got put in his place. SMFH
integra83;2147553 said:I know he's grown and mature but it'd be interesting to see how others would respond i.e. Jim Jones