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

Fake it till ya make it screamin’ ‘bout who’s realer
Tap water, cause you got none What flavour?
Can’t die, be a anti-hero, the tragic flaw
For real emcee and Hip Hop couldn’t be prouder

That I stand by, as these drugs are my addict fall
And choppin’ up that powder, whiter than clam chowder
You a wangster truly, plus you dealin’ in a fool trade
Duffle bag
Cap peeler, fate sealer, faith healer
Instead we in the club with a devilish smirk
[Verse 1: Termanology]
Keep ya back to the wall and ya eyes wide open

Keep your enemies close and ya hand on the toast
It seem like everybody I know is livin’ illegal
Fuck the rules and everyone that don’t feel us
And I’mma wipe you off the scene right now

And we talk about God but we never in church
And realize the positive future for us was limitless
[Hook: (Scratches)]
Semi-automatic 4’s ‘fore I ever had a cause
That put a shell in ya earth, the way it’s gettin’ is worse
And to launder that shit through somebody wit a white collar
Like Jamal and Malik did (did)
Motherfuckin’ Slaine
Go ahead and pump your pussy-self up to die
I would scatter scrawl raps on the pages, trapped by the padded walls
When I come around… you fake players need to duck
Pull me out the rubble and the ashes when the addict falls
Steal money from my hoes, give it to my baby mama

That’s when doves will cry
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Truck jewels with the old school, feel us
But we ain’t fallin’ for fuckery or the weak shit (shit)
Motherfuckers askin’ how the… hell we keep coppin’

Kill the bullshit just for sport with a batting ball
I keep the heat wit, me, myself, and I
Watch who you trust, keep your circle small
Sit on this Winchester, now you ridin’ shotgun

They envy us, I’m serious
My ways are unpredictable like when a bullet strays
What if we opened business instead of provokin’ witnesses
I still hustle, build muscle, Bill Russell
(Anti) Hero
Bun B (Bun B)
Wars, I a addict, force my erratic course off in my catalog
Back against the wall, my gaze is full o’ rage
You could never be a gangster to me
Watch what you sayin’ or wind up broken
Forced down to crawl and I was bleedin’ like a battered dog
[Verse 3: Slaine]
Motherfuckers is ready to go to Hell for a purse
You be on the ground, no lights, switch the pick up

When I come around… you fake players need to duck
[Verse 4: Everlast]
Uh, All I need is a hundred thousand of my dollars
Nightcrawler, ice robber, mic sparker
The wrong friends behind you is dangerous
I’m with Term with SC, we in the beam right now
My language is nasty, my grammar’s poor

Before I learned how to walk, first I had to crawl
Divide my math, you can’t by zero
(For the)For the dough I keep grindin’
Ain’t no jokin’, mind who he’s provokin’
(For the)For the dough I keep grindin’
(Anti) Hero
Can’t buy time, you’re left with the anti-hero
Yo, worship a drug lord go praise a dealer
But I’ll smack you wit a hammer like my name was Thor
And these streets squeeze you, enemies dyin’ to seize you
(Anti) Hero
(Anti) Hero
“Prem” got the beat on fire like Niki Lauda
Cause you’ll do the gangster lean, I’ll do the gangster boogie
I be thinkin’ let’s go to war and hit the pigs up
Cracks in the basement, dawg I been that involved
Stay walkin’ like Dre stay smokin’
If I cut you, I bet your ass will bleed Kool-Aid
Rap hero, stack zeros, mad Euros
Fuck a bitch, fuck a snitch, fuck a squealer
Through the madness, mall drugstore, cowboy, The Matador