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

Rap hero, stack zeros, mad Euros
Sit on this Winchester, now you ridin’ shotgun
Motherfuckers askin’ how the… hell we keep coppin’
(Anti) Hero
[Verse 2: Bun B]
My ways are unpredictable like when a bullet strays
Watch who you trust, keep your circle small
Before I learned how to walk, first I had to crawl
I would scatter scrawl raps on the pages, trapped by the padded walls
[Verse 4: Everlast]
You a wangster truly, plus you dealin’ in a fool trade
Motherfuckin’ Slaine
[Verse 3: Slaine]
Keep your enemies close and ya hand on the toast
That I stand by, as these drugs are my addict fall
[Hook: (Scratches)]
They envy us, I’m serious
Keep ya back to the wall and ya eyes wide open
Cracks in the basement, dawg I been that involved
(Anti) Hero
(For the)For the dough I keep grindin’
You could never be a gangster to me
Ain’t no jokin’, mind who he’s provokin’
Nightcrawler, ice robber, mic sparker

Cap peeler, fate sealer, faith healer
(Anti) Hero
It seem like everybody I know is livin’ illegal
Steal money from my hoes, give it to my baby mama

Back against the wall, my gaze is full o’ rage
What if we opened business instead of provokin’ witnesses
If I cut you, I bet your ass will bleed Kool-Aid
But we ain’t fallin’ for fuckery or the weak shit (shit)
For real emcee and Hip Hop couldn’t be prouder
Uh, All I need is a hundred thousand of my dollars
Through the madness, mall drugstore, cowboy, The Matador
Fuck the rules and everyone that don’t feel us
I be thinkin’ let’s go to war and hit the pigs up
But I’ll smack you wit a hammer like my name was Thor
When I come around… you fake players need to duck
Duffle bag

Forced down to crawl and I was bleedin’ like a battered dog
That’s when doves will cry

Go ahead and pump your pussy-self up to die

[Verse 1: Termanology]
And choppin’ up that powder, whiter than clam chowder
My language is nasty, my grammar’s poor
That put a shell in ya earth, the way it’s gettin’ is worse
Can’t die, be a anti-hero, the tragic flaw
Bun B (Bun B)
And realize the positive future for us was limitless
Instead we in the club with a devilish smirk
Can’t buy time, you’re left with the anti-hero
Kill the bullshit just for sport with a batting ball
I keep the heat wit, me, myself, and I
Like Jamal and Malik did (did)

(Anti) Hero
Fake it till ya make it screamin’ ‘bout who’s realer
And these streets squeeze you, enemies dyin’ to seize you
Stay walkin’ like Dre stay smokin’

Semi-automatic 4’s ‘fore I ever had a cause
I still hustle, build muscle, Bill Russell
And I’mma wipe you off the scene right now
And to launder that shit through somebody wit a white collar
What flavour? Tap water, cause you got none
Motherfuckers is ready to go to Hell for a purse
Truck jewels with the old school, feel us
You be on the ground, no lights, switch the pick up
The wrong friends behind you is dangerous
Divide my math, you can’t by zero
Fuck a bitch, fuck a snitch, fuck a squealer
Pull me out the rubble and the ashes when the addict falls
Yo, worship a drug lord go praise a dealer
Cause you’ll do the gangster lean, I’ll do the gangster boogie

When I come around… you fake players need to duck
Wars, I a addict, force my erratic course off in my catalog
“Prem” got the beat on fire like Niki Lauda
(For the)For the dough I keep grindin’
Watch what you sayin’ or wind up broken
I’m with Term with SC, we in the beam right now
And we talk about God but we never in church