Guns And Cigarettes - Atmosphere
[Slug:] (What's your name foo?) Rappers steppin' to me They wanna get some But most of them should go and try to boost their monthly income Speaking over beats is the only time I feel complete I don't hear the weak and I don't fear defeat So what you got? Connect the dots, I'll raise the pot Remove the blood clot from the brain of hip hop The name remains in tip-top shape I'm still the back rapper scapegoat in the aim of their hate I came in late, took a chair in the rear But my classmates were unaware how long I'd really been there My peers have been held back for years, holding back the tears Everybody knows our name like we was the cast from "Cheers" So here's to the good times, tonight is mighty special So fasten your seatbelts, cause I'm gonna launch this vessel Ain't gonna land until I'm bigger than Espo And bigger than ecstasy and bigger than techno [Chorus:] I wanna bigger than Jesus and bigger than wrestling Bigger than the Beatles and bigger than breast implants I'm gonna be the biggest thing to hit these little kids Bigger than guns, bigger than cigarettes A few years ago an ex-girl of mine Asked me to keep her name out of my rhymes So I said this rhyme that I'm about to say It came from the heart and it went this way: Go to hell girl, you make me sick! I hope your new boyfriend gets cancer in his dick What the fuck makes you think I'd put your name on my record? There, now I feel a lot better You know what? I ain't drank a forty since I became old enough to drink Not caught up in what the fuck these people think Cause when I die they're gonna find the missing link But tonight I'm gonna vomit it in the kitchen sink I'm suprised more of y'all don't get hit by cars Missing your surroundings, staring at the stars I'm lonely without a woman that wants to spar That's why I spend so much time in these bars Drunk poolside, screaming, "Do or die!" Looking at the water asking, "Who am I?" Saw my reflection, Yes! I'm super fly! And as you can guess again, I'm too damn high [Chorus:] (What'd they say to you?) But they said, "Drop dead." I can't, I got a lot left More than just another arrogant, asshole pot-head In the top ten, who you love to hear on tracks Smiling for the camera while I surf upon your ear wax This beer's flat and she kisses like a stripper I'm coming to terms with my status as a drifter Girl, I'm only in this town for one night And these neon lights are keeping me distracted from my plight I feel like a legend on a leash Making an effort to break every piece that I can reach Yeah, I got something to say, and even more to teach But first let me scrape these feces from my cleats Standing on the roof, complaining to the moon The only time I tell the truth is when I'm naked in my bedroom Soon I'm gonna reap the harvest of my struggles But from now on, y'all can call me sluggles [Chorus:] Bigger than Jesus Bigger than wrestling Bigger than the Beatles Bigger than breast implants [x2] Bigger than guns, bigger than cigarettes
Artist: Atmosphere
Title: Guns And Cigarettes