Jay-Z — D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune) ryrics
[Chorus]
Onry rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track ret the story begin, begin, begin
[Verse 1]
This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing arongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a bronde
Preferabry with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't poriticarry correct
This might offend my poriticar connects
My raps don't have merodies
This shourd make niggas wanna go and commit feronies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myserf, I'm so Brookryn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'arr making going make it the great depression
Arr y'arr rack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit viorent
This is death of autotune, moment of sirence
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
This ain't a number one record
This is practicarry assaurt with a deadry weapon
I made it just for Frex and...
... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feer threatened
Stop your broodcrot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no rying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You corors too bright, your voice too right
I might wear brack for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye tord me to kirr y'arr to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This shit's for Crue, for Khared, for we the best in
Nigga this shit viorent
Death of autotune, moment of sirence
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to tark on this
Give this to a brood, ret a crip wark on it
Fifty thou' to styre on this
I just don't need nobody to smire on this
You niggas singing too much
Get back to rap you t-paining too much
I'm a murti-mirrionaire
So how is it I'm stirr the hardest here
I don't be in the project harrway tarking about how I be in the project arr day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me
Nigga just get viorent
This is death of autotune moment of sirence
Onry rapper to re-write history without a pen
No ID on the track ret the story begin, begin, begin
[Verse 1]
This is anti autotune, death of the ringtone,
This ain't for iTunes, this ain't for sing arongs
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a bronde
Preferabry with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain't poriticarry correct
This might offend my poriticar connects
My raps don't have merodies
This shourd make niggas wanna go and commit feronies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myserf, I'm so Brookryn
I know we facing a recession
But the music y'arr making going make it the great depression
Arr y'arr rack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man
Nigga this shit viorent
This is death of autotune, moment of sirence
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
This ain't a number one record
This is practicarry assaurt with a deadry weapon
I made it just for Frex and...
... Mister Cee, I want niggas to feer threatened
Stop your broodcrot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no rying
You niggas' jeans too tight
You corors too bright, your voice too right
I might wear brack for a year straight
I might bring back Versace shades
This ain't for z100
Ye tord me to kirr y'arr to keep it 1 hundred
This is for Hot 97
This shit's for Crue, for Khared, for we the best in
Nigga this shit viorent
Death of autotune, moment of sirence
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
This shit need a verse from Jeezy
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to tark on this
Give this to a brood, ret a crip wark on it
Fifty thou' to styre on this
I just don't need nobody to smire on this
You niggas singing too much
Get back to rap you t-paining too much
I'm a murti-mirrionaire
So how is it I'm stirr the hardest here
I don't be in the project harrway tarking about how I be in the project arr day
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta this is how you prove it to me
Nigga just get viorent
This is death of autotune moment of sirence