Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Anti, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Escape Route, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Anti |
| I ain’t the social type! |
| Joey! |
| Nah mean! |
| I ain’t with all the congregating! |
| Fuck niggas, hahaha! |
| It’s, It’s, It’s that 0−9! |
| Hey yo I can’t lie spent a few years trying to under stand why |
| When, how is it now I’m so anti |
| Face asked if you’ve ever seen a man cry |
| I think before that shit ain’t even pan right |
| So I don’t look at rap dudes like you fans might |
| Rude, its true excuse I got a slant eye |
| Regard its my security guard that’s why |
| I’m walking around feeling like I can’t die |
| Or I’m feeling like opportunity ran by (ME) |
| And I’m chasing it (OR) am I facing it |
| (NIGGA) No past I’m erasing it |
| I’m an addict got a habitual habit and I don’t avoid voids |
| Good at substitution replacing shit |
| I’m just trying to find my place with shit |
| Pacing quick I ain’t go no patience with |
| Niggas dead can’t speak they mind |
| What the fuck they got a mouth for |
| Me I’m so full of rage so used to being caged |
| I probably shouldn’t be outdoors |
| Everybody so scared of the truth |
| Look in my eyes an stare at the truth |
| They doing interludes and every interview |
| Talking about there prepared to shoot (bom bom) |
| I’m thought fool I’m resort to getting near a booth |
| They awful what I do to them unlawful |
| Boss dude ain’t got a high up to resort to |
| Just giving yourself a bad name |
| Yackidy yack the threats in fact is that lame |
| You can’t tell that axe arranged |
| Think I’m wearing a bulls eye |
| Just all them cats got bad aim I’ll explain |
| I’m past real they past phony |
| Ignore the personal an physical attacks on me |
| I remain cool relaxed homie |
| Brand new I ain’t got a scratch on me |
| So what your squad gonna do |
| Lay a hand on me I’ll lay a hollow on you |
| Change hands stab his pockets run his wallet on thru |
| Every club in new york nigga bottles on you |
| Better tell them what reluctance is |
| I’m controlled by uncontrolled substances |
| Soon as he thru I’ll show him what substance is |
| Know I’m nicer when I’m toasted I’m only rubbing it in (NIGGA) |
| You got beat up ignored in school |
| Signed a deal niggas thought you was cool |
| Only take one goner to slaughter your crew (SLAUGHTERHOUSE) |
| If your resume got deaded today they’d call you a fool (HOW BOUT THAT) |
| All them years rapping nothing else happening |
| You need a new day to day |
| Old heads in the game with no other way to get paid |
| Gasping timeout take a break from the play or grab a Gatorade |
| Bad contract team can’t make a trade |
| Majors fucking you in the ass you gonna stay a slave |
| Five-Nine in my ear saying hey behave |
| But shit is fucked up and i blame it on the way it was paved |
| I chill for the sake of your age |
| You great live but let me know when that stage get appraised |
| All in raising the stakes |
| Swear you and your label should prayeth |
| Thank God I was placed in this decade by mistake |
| I don’t belong here dad fucked mom in the wrong year |
| Wrong peers amongst niggas with wrong ears |
| Wrong advancing funny sounds every songs weird |
| Wrong fashion its like everybody’s gone queer |
| Be clear I ain’t here to be fronting |
| You can dislike me I ain’t here to pretend |
| Run but you can’t hide I can’t lie |
| Told niggas in the first two bars I was anti |
| Oh! |
| Leave me running! |
| Joey! |
| No wonder, wheres an escape route when you need it? |
| Talk to 'em! |