Text: Jay-Z. The Blueprint 3. D.O.A. (Death Of Autotune).

{La, la, la,
Hey, hey, hye
Good-bye}

{Hold up}

Only rapper to re-write history
With out a pen
No-I.D. on the track let the story begin
{Begin}
{Begin}
This is anti-autotune
Death of the ringtone
This ain't for ITUNES
This ain't for sing-a-longs
This is sinatra at the opera
Bring a blond
Preferably with a fat ass
Who can sing-a-song
Wrong
This ain't politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My raps don't have melodies
This should make jackers want go
And commit felonies
Get your chain tooken
I may do it myself
I'm so BROOKLYN!
I know we facing a reccesasion
But the music ya making gonna make it the
Great depression
Or your lack of argession
Put your skirt back down
Grow a segment

Yeah this just violent
Yeah this death of auto tune
Moment of silence

{La, la, la,
Hey, hey, hye
Good-bye}

{Hold up}

Only rapper to re-write history
With out a pen
No-I.D. on the track let the story begin
{Begin}
{Begin}

Hold up

This ain't the number one record
This is practially asult with a deadly weapon
I made this just for flex and mr cee
I want people to feel threaten
Stop your bloodcalt crying
The kid
The dog
Everybody dying
No lying
Your boys jeans to tight
Your colors to bright
Your vocie to light
I might wear black for a year streight
I might bring back vacazti shades
This ain't for z100
Kanye told me to kill ya
To keep it 100
This is for HOT 97
For kaled we the best then

Yeah just get violent
Yeah this death of auto tune
Moment of silence

{La, la, la,
Hey, hey, hye
Good-bye}

{Hold up}

Only rapper to re-write history
With out a pen
No-I.D. on the track let the story begin
{Begin}
{Begin}

Hold up

This might need a verse from jezzy
I might send this to the mixtape weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on it
Give this to blood
Let a crip walk on it
Gimme val to style on this
I just don't need nobody to smile on this
You rappers singing to much
Get back to rap
You t-pain-ing to much
I am a multi millionaire
So how is it
I'm still the hardest nigga here
I don't be in the project hallway
Talking about how I be in the project allday
That sound stupid to me
If you a gangsta
This is how you prove it to me

Yeah just get violent
Yeah this death of auto tune
Moment of silence

{La, la, la,
Hey, hey, hye
Good-bye}