Atmosphere - Guns And Cigarettes lyrics

rate me

(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

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

(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

Bigger than Jesus

Bigger than wrestling

Bigger than the Beatles

Bigger than breast implants

Bigger than guns, bigger than cigarettes