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JAY-Z

"D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)"

[Produced by No I.D.]

[Intro]
La-da da dah, hey-ayy-ayy, goodbyeeee...
(Good riddance) hol' up!

[Chorus]
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-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 (uhh!)
This might offend my political connects (uhh!)
My raps don’t have melodies
This should make n*ggas wan' go and commit felonies (uhh!)
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn! (uhh!)
I know we facing a recession
But the music y’all making gon' make it the Great Depression (uhh!)
All y’all lack aggression
Put your skirt back down, grow a set man (uhh, uhh!)
n*gga this sh*t violent
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence

[Chorus]
La-da da dah, hey-ayy-ayy, goodbyeeee... hol' up
Only n*gga to re-write history without a pen
No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

[Verse 2]
This ain't a number one record (uhh!)
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon (uhh!)
I made this just for Flex and
Mister Cee, I want n*ggas to feel threatened (uhh!)
Stop your bloodclot crying
The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying
You n*ggas' jeans too tight
You colors too bright, your voice too light (too far n*gga) (uhh, uhh!)
I might wear black for a year straight (uhh!)
I might bring back Versace shades (uhh!)
This ain’t for Z100
Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 1 hundred (uhh!)
This is for Hot 9-7
This sh*t for Clue, for Khaled we the best'n (uhh!)
n*gga this sh*t violent
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence

[Chorus]
La-da da dah, hey-ayy-ayy, goodbyeeee... hol' up
Only n*gga to re-write history without a pen
No I-D on the track let the story begin, begin, begin

[Verse 3]
Hold up, this sh*t need a verse from Jeezy (HEY!)
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it (uhh!)
Get 3 Thou' to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this (uhh!)
Y'all n*ggas singing too much
Get back to rap, you T-Paining too much (uhh, uhh!)
I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest n*gga here (uhh!)
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talking 'bout how I be in the project all day (uhh!)
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me (uhh, uhh!)
n*gga just get violent
This is death of auto-tune, moment of silence

[Outro]
La-da da dah, hey-ayy-ayy, goodbyeeee...

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