Beef ya Nas na Jay Z nani alishinda?

Lee Napoleon

Lee Napoleon

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Kwa wale wanajamii wafatiliaji wa muziki wa kufoka (Hip Hop) nadhani hayo majina na kilichokajiri haviwezi kuwa vigeni kwenu.

Kwa uchambuzi wa kawaida tukizingatia ushairi, style na production nani alimuua mwenzake kwenye zile disstracks? Zingatia hayo niliyoyasema Ushairi, Rapping style, Production unadhani yupi alishinda battle?

Ambapo Ngoma zinazosimamiwa kuwa ziliamua mkali ni nani ni Take Over ya Jay Z take na Ether ya
Nas

Let's go....
 
Haaaaaahaaaaa "kilichokajiri" we mmakonde eee umenikumbusha mbali sana those days ndani ya mtwara kamji kazuri sana kale!
 
Roger Sterling said:
Takeover ni zaidi ya Ether. Kuanzia beat, bars, facts, reasonable issues, flow, you name it. Ether is one of the most overrated joints, it was trash.
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Lyrics
https://jamii.app/JFUserGuide Jay Z!
What's up niggas, ayo,
I know you ain't talking 'bout me, dog, you? What? (https://jamii.app/JFUserGuide Jay Z)
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga (https://jamii.app/JFUserGuide Jay Z!)
https://jamii.app/JFUserGuide with your soul like ether
Teach you – the King – you know, you
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
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
https://jamii.app/JFUserGuide with your soul like ether
(WILLl) Teach you – the King – you know, you
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 mothafuckin' ring!
https://jamii.app/JFUserGuide with your soul like ether
(WILLl) 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 an 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
Why don't you let the late, great veteran live (I.WILL.NOT.)
God's son across the belly, (...LOSE)
I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
https://jamii.app/JFUserGuide with your soul like ether
(WILLl) 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 thirty-six 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
Ne-gro 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 shorty'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 aks Kiss
 
Roger Sterling said:
Takeover ni zaidi ya Ether. Kuanzia beat, bars, facts, reasonable issues, flow, you name it. Ether is one of the most overrated joints, it was trash.
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seriously? XXLMAG says ether was way better than take over because it ignoerd the bullsh.t and brought some true facts that made Jay Z cry. Ukiandika best disstracks kwenye hip hop facts mbalimbali ether inakua juu ya take over.

THE FACT AMBAYO WATAALAM MBALIMBALI WA HIP HOP WANAZUNGUMZA NI KWAMBA TAKE OVER ILIKUA ATTACK KUBWA AMBAYO HAWAKUTEGEMEA NAS ANGETOA REPLY AMBAYO INGEMUUMIZA JAY Z. SO WHEN ETHER CAME WITH GOOD CLARIFICATIONS AND MATURED FACTS AND CONFESSIONS IKAHESABIWA KUWA NAS NI HATARI NA HIP HOP COMMUNITY YOTE IKASIMAMA NA KUMPA SALUTE.
 
Battle Of Isandlwana said:
Lyrics
**** Jay Z!
What's up niggas, ayo,
I know you ain't talking 'bout me, dog, you? What? (**** Jay Z)
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga (**** Jay Z!)
**** with your soul like ether
Teach you – the King – you know, you
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
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
**** with your soul like ether
(WILLl) Teach you – the King – you know, you
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 mothafuckin' ring!
**** with your soul like ether
(WILLl) 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 an 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
Why don't you let the late, great veteran live (I.WILL.NOT.)
God's son across the belly, (...LOSE)
I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at
Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
**** with your soul like ether
(WILLl) 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 thirty-six 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
Ne-gro 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 shorty'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 aks Kiss
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Nas made this sh.t in a way very matured way that made Jay z cry. Ether was way better because no rapper had hope that Nas would come with something better to beat take over.
 
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