Guns and Cigarettes

Guns and Cigarettes

Track by Atmosphere

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LYRICS
(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

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