Versuri Atmosphere - Guns and cigarettes
[Slug]:
(What-s your name fool?)
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 cïgarettes
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