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

If I cut you, I bet your ass will bleed Kool-Aid
Motherfuckers askin’ how the… hell we keep coppin’
Nightcrawler, ice robber, mic sparker
Keep your enemies close and ya hand on the toast
You a wangster truly, plus you dealin’ in a fool trade
For real emcee and Hip Hop couldn’t be prouder
Keep ya back to the wall and ya eyes wide open
What if we opened business instead of provokin’ witnesses
[Hook: (Scratches)]
Divide my math, you can’t by zero
Uh, All I need is a hundred thousand of my dollars
But I’ll smack you wit a hammer like my name was Thor
Fuck the rules and everyone that don’t feel us
Through the madness, mall drugstore, cowboy, The Matador
And these streets squeeze you, enemies dyin’ to seize you
Can’t die, be a anti-hero, the tragic flaw
Cause you’ll do the gangster lean, I’ll do the gangster boogie
(Anti) Hero
Watch what you sayin’ or wind up broken
Semi-automatic 4’s ‘fore I ever had a cause

Stay walkin’ like Dre stay smokin’
I would scatter scrawl raps on the pages, trapped by the padded walls
Cap peeler, fate sealer, faith healer
Wars, I a addict, force my erratic course off in my catalog
[Verse 4: Everlast]
Truck jewels with the old school, feel us

Sit on this Winchester, now you ridin’ shotgun
I’m with Term with SC, we in the beam right now
I keep the heat wit, me, myself, and I
My language is nasty, my grammar’s poor

Ain’t no jokin’, mind who he’s provokin’
I be thinkin’ let’s go to war and hit the pigs up

Rap hero, stack zeros, mad Euros
[Verse 3: Slaine]
Cracks in the basement, dawg I been that involved
Before I learned how to walk, first I had to crawl
Kill the bullshit just for sport with a batting ball
Motherfuckers is ready to go to Hell for a purse
(Anti) Hero
That’s when doves will cry
Instead we in the club with a devilish smirk
[Verse 1: Termanology]
When I come around… you fake players need to duck
Fake it till ya make it screamin’ ‘bout who’s realer

Bun B (Bun B)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Everlast
And I’mma wipe you off the scene right now
And realize the positive future for us was limitless
[Hook]
You be on the ground, no lights, switch the pick up
The wrong friends behind you is dangerous
Back against the wall, my gaze is full o’ rage
X2
That I stand by, as these drugs are my addict fall
[Intro]

Steal money from my hoes, give it to my baby mama
And we talk about God but we never in church

But we ain’t fallin’ for fuckery or the weak shit (shit)
When I come around… you fake players need to duck
And to launder that shit through somebody wit a white collar
That put a shell in ya earth, the way it’s gettin’ is worse
What flavour? Tap water, cause you got none
Motherfuckin’ Slaine
Yo, worship a drug lord go praise a dealer
Fuck a bitch, fuck a snitch, fuck a squealer
Duffle bag
(For the)For the dough I keep grindin’
Like Jamal and Malik did (did)
It seem like everybody I know is livin’ illegal
They envy us, I’m serious

Pull me out the rubble and the ashes when the addict falls
Go ahead and pump your pussy-self up to die
(Anti) Hero
(Anti) Hero
And choppin’ up that powder, whiter than clam chowder
Watch who you trust, keep your circle small
Forced down to crawl and I was bleedin’ like a battered dog
You could never be a gangster to me
“Prem” got the beat on fire like Niki Lauda
(For the)For the dough I keep grindin’
Termanology
Can’t buy time, you’re left with the anti-hero
My ways are unpredictable like when a bullet strays
I still hustle, build muscle, Bill Russell