Slaine & Termanology – Anti-Hero (feat. Bun B & Everlast)

Fuck a bitch, fuck a snitch, fuck a squealer
Semi-automatic 4’s ‘fore I ever had a cause
(Anti) Hero
Watch who you trust, keep your circle small
Rap hero, stack zeros, mad Euros
Stay walkin’ like Dre stay smokin’
For real emcee and Hip Hop couldn’t be prouder

Can’t die, be a anti-hero, the tragic flaw
Yo, worship a drug lord go praise a dealer

Motherfuckin’ Slaine
Go ahead and pump your pussy-self up to die
Fake it till ya make it screamin’ ‘bout who’s realer
Cracks in the basement, dawg I been that involved
And realize the positive future for us was limitless
You a wangster truly, plus you dealin’ in a fool trade
And choppin’ up that powder, whiter than clam chowder
When I come around… you fake players need to duck
Instead we in the club with a devilish smirk
Wars, I a addict, force my erratic course off in my catalog
Watch what you sayin’ or wind up broken
Like Jamal and Malik did (did)
Tap water, cause you got none What flavour?
And to launder that shit through somebody wit a white collar
Keep your enemies close and ya hand on the toast
(Anti) Hero
My ways are unpredictable like when a bullet strays
But we ain’t fallin’ for fuckery or the weak shit (shit)
Before I learned how to walk, first I had to crawl
You could never be a gangster to me
Motherfuckers askin’ how the… hell we keep coppin’
Cause you’ll do the gangster lean, I’ll do the gangster boogie
Bun B (Bun B)
[Verse 3: Slaine]
I’m with Term with SC, we in the beam right now
(Anti) Hero
Duffle bag
What if we opened business instead of provokin’ witnesses
Motherfuckers is ready to go to Hell for a purse
Nightcrawler, ice robber, mic sparker
You be on the ground, no lights, switch the pick up
Cap peeler, fate sealer, faith healer
Steal money from my hoes, give it to my baby mama
The wrong friends behind you is dangerous

And these streets squeeze you, enemies dyin’ to seize you
[Verse 4: Everlast]
Sit on this Winchester, now you ridin’ shotgun
(For the)For the dough I keep grindin’
“Prem” got the beat on fire like Niki Lauda
(For the)For the dough I keep grindin’
Back against the wall, my gaze is full o’ rage
I keep the heat wit, me, myself, and I
Divide my math, you can’t by zero

Through the madness, mall drugstore, cowboy, The Matador
But I’ll smack you wit a hammer like my name was Thor

I would scatter scrawl raps on the pages, trapped by the padded walls
Can’t buy time, you’re left with the anti-hero
Fuck the rules and everyone that don’t feel us
And I’mma wipe you off the scene right now

If I cut you, I bet your ass will bleed Kool-Aid
[Verse 1: Termanology]
When I come around… you fake players need to duck
Ain’t no jokin’, mind who he’s provokin’
Uh, All I need is a hundred thousand of my dollars

Truck jewels with the old school, feel us
[Verse 2: Bun B]
It seem like everybody I know is livin’ illegal
Pull me out the rubble and the ashes when the addict falls
Forced down to crawl and I was bleedin’ like a battered dog
I still hustle, build muscle, Bill Russell
That’s when doves will cry
That I stand by, as these drugs are my addict fall
(Anti) Hero
I be thinkin’ let’s go to war and hit the pigs up
[Hook: (Scratches)]
That put a shell in ya earth, the way it’s gettin’ is worse
They envy us, I’m serious
Kill the bullshit just for sport with a batting ball
Keep ya back to the wall and ya eyes wide open
My language is nasty, my grammar’s poor

And we talk about God but we never in church