D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune)

La da da da da da Hey hey hey goodbye (good riddens) Hold up Only rappers to re-write history without a pen No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin This is anti auto-tune, death of the ring-tone This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct (arh!) This might offend my political connects (arh!) My raps don't have melodies This shit make niggas wan' go and commit felonies Get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making going make it the great depression (arh!) Or your lack aggression Put your skirt back down, grow a set man Nigga this shit violent This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence La da da da da da Hey hey goodbye Hold up Only rappers to re-write history without a pen No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin Hold up, This ain't a number one record (arh!) This is practically assault with a deadly weapon (arh!) I made it just for Flex and Mister Cee, I want niggas to feel threatened (arh!) Stop your bloodclot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas jeans too tight You colors too bright, your voice too light (arh!) (arh!) (It's too far nigga) I might wear black for a year straight I might bring back Versace shades This ain't for z100 Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it one hundred This is for Hot 9-7 This shit's for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in Nigga this shit violent This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence La da da da da da Hey hey hey goodbye Hold up Only rappers to re-write history without a pen No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin Hold up, This shit need a verse from Jeezy I might send this to the mix-tape Weezy Get somebody from B-M-F to talk on this Get this to a blood, let a crip walk on it (arh!) Fifty thou' to style on this I just don't need nobody to smile on this (arh!) Y'all niggas singing too much Get back to rap you t-paining too much (arh!) (arh!) I'm a multi-millionaire So how is it I'm still the hardest here (arh!) I don't be in the project hallway Talking about how I be in the project all day (arh!) That sound stupid to me If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me (arh!) (arh!) Nigga just get violent This is death of auto-tune moment of silence La da da da da da Hey hey hey goodbye Hold up