Guns And Cigarettes Lyrics - Lucy Ford - 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 

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(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 

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(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