8 definitions by Nas
To burn someone. It f*cks with your soul. The sh*t that makes your soul burn slow. First heard by most people when Nas (the true king of New York) buried Gay-Z's career...look at Gay-Z now...pathetic.
Ether...the sh*t that makes your soul burn slow.
Hahah...Nas just etherized Gay-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
Hahah...Nas just etherized Gay-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
by Nas March 4, 2005
One of the greatest rappers to live.
Highlights
-Illmatic (debut album)
-Murking Jay-Z, who is also considering a living legend.
-Settling down and having his daugther (Destiny)
Highlights
-Illmatic (debut album)
-Murking Jay-Z, who is also considering a living legend.
-Settling down and having his daugther (Destiny)
by Nas March 23, 2005
by Nas March 23, 2004
A mexican shithole gangster town with old people that think its the best town because of past memories when Lompoc was infact good (In the 1800's)
by Nas January 19, 2004
gunshots
WARDAWG talking
("Fuck ARVIN")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck ARVIN")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck ARVIN")
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 waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? CHARLES, WARDAWG,CLO,
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 WARDAWG be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '85
I am the truest, name a person that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Ryerson fame, kept my name in his mouth
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 fuckin ring
Chorus
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
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 (bitches), 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 ALFRADO and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a pig, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid
First, JOHN MCDONALD's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than him
Dick suckin lips, whyn't 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?
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 COUSIN
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 FUGLY?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
or make statements to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you 21 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
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
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to JASON you wack
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
vancity niggas run you niggas,
Ha,ARV get gunned up and clapped quick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of my name's is gon' come out your fat lips?
You pop shit, apologize
WARDAWG talking
("Fuck ARVIN")
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Fuck ARVIN")
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Fuck ARVIN")
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 waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? CHARLES, WARDAWG,CLO,
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 WARDAWG be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '85
I am the truest, name a person that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Ryerson fame, kept my name in his mouth
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 fuckin ring
Chorus
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
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 (bitches), 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 ALFRADO and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a pig, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid
First, JOHN MCDONALD's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than him
Dick suckin lips, whyn't 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?
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 COUSIN
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 FUGLY?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
or make statements to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you 21 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
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
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to JASON you wack
You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
vancity niggas run you niggas,
Ha,ARV get gunned up and clapped quick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of my name's is gon' come out your fat lips?
You pop shit, apologize
by Nas February 3, 2005
Shoes Designed to grind on railin' ,poles, ats(All That Shit)
Originally seen in a game called
Sonic Adventure 2.With these shoes you not only look stylin' but you can stunt like Tony Hawks.
Originally seen in a game called
Sonic Adventure 2.With these shoes you not only look stylin' but you can stunt like Tony Hawks.
Wanksta 1:Man I passed by the mall and there was this crazy mutha fucka, grinding on the railin' wit his shoes!
Wanksta 2:You For Real?
Wanksta 2:You For Real?
by Nas January 13, 2004
by Nas February 16, 2005