Jay Z — D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)

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La-la, da-da,
Hey, hey hey!
Goodbye!
(Good riddance!)

Hold up, only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin, begin, begin…

[Verse 1:]
This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone
This ain’t for iTunes, this ain’t for sing-along

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
This might offend my political connects
My rap’s don’t have melodies
This shit make jackers wanna go’n’commit felonies
Ah, get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn
I know we facin’ a recession
But the music y’all makin’,
Gonna make in the Great Depression
Ah, or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set, men
Ah, ah, n**ga, this just violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, ah moment of silence

[Chrorus:]
La-la, da-da,
Hey, hey hey!
Goodbye!

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin… begin… begin

[Verse 2:]
Holdup, this ain’t a number one record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex’n Mr. Cee,
I want n**gas to feel threatened
Stop your blood clot cryin’
The kid the dog everybody dyin’, no lyin’,
You n**gas’ jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight,
I might bring back Versace shades,
This ain’t for Z100
‘Ye told me to kill y’all to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for Clue, for Khaled, for we the best in
N**ga, this shit violent
This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence…

[Chorus:]
La-la, da-da,
Hey, hey hey!
Goodbye!

Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin… begin… begin

[Verse 3:]
Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy! (Hey!)
I might send this to the mix-tape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
3 thou’ to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this
You n**gas singin’ too much,
Get back to rap you T-Pain-in’ too much
Ah, ah. I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest n**ga here?
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin’ ’bout how I be in the project all day
That sounds stupid to me,
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
N**ga, just get violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence

La-la, da-da,
Hey, hey hey!
Goodbye!