Ether (Unreleased Edition) Nas
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[Verse 1]
So you call yourself a God MC, Jay-Hova
Drunk the glass of blasphemy and forgot to pray over
Your game's over
Crossed the warpath of a brave soldier
You're a makeover
My protege trying to Takeover
I was the shepherd that led you
But you bit the hand that fed you
Mad 'cause since I met you I never did respect you
And as hard as it seems
You know that I fathered your dreams
You was a groupie always begging to be part of my team
Another case of a boy and his teacher
I was the first to poison your speakers
So kill all that noise that you're preaching
I understand, all your plans to underhand
Aired threats of you pullin' my card next Summer Jam
Let me make this clear Hova
You had my left overs
She told me your little problem of the day when you slept over
But that's another subject homie
[?] you phony
I'm coming to collect the debt from the years that you owe me
So what you capitalized, only cause I allowed
I'm taking aim at your dome
And reclaiming my throne
Who said I that I ain't still nasty?
[Verse 1]
So you call yourself a God MC, Jay-Hova
Drunk the glass of blasphemy and forgot to pray over
Your game's over
Crossed the warpath of a brave soldier
You're a makeover
My protege trying to Takeover
I was the shepherd that led you
But you bit the hand that fed you
Mad 'cause since I met you I never did respect you
And as hard as it seems
You know that I fathered your dreams
You was a groupie always begging to be part of my team
Another case of a boy and his teacher
I was the first to poison your speakers
So kill all that noise that you're preaching
I understand, all your plans to underhand
Aired threats of you pullin' my card next Summer Jam
Let me make this clear Hova
You had my left overs
She told me your little problem of the day when you slept over
But that's another subject homie
[?] you phony
I'm coming to collect the debt from the years that you owe me
So what you capitalized, only cause I allowed
I'm taking aim at your dome
And reclaiming my throne
Who said I that I ain't still nasty?
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