Death_Of_Autotune.mp3 -
One could say this is good for the game, if you don’t like it just kick rocks/
Death of auto-tune, rebirth of hip-hop/
I don’t share spots/
In the booth, Im Michael Jackson on the balcony, I wouldn’t let no kid drop/
Chelsea getting out of line with you fake vaginas/
Im in different cloth, only wear the best designers/
Ancient rhymer, type of verse you press rewind ta/
If you the king, why your crown say Made In China?/
This makes your car stop, n**** call it Rush Hour/
Punch cowards, run heat on all doubters/
Im much louder, yall weak by lunch hour/
While I train eating all meat with gun powder/
I run the court with yall and dunk on you with Shaqs power/
Its 9/11 again, and you the last tower/
This the last chowder/
Every season I get better with each 24, call me Jack Bauer/
Im a beast who cannot be replaced/
Don’t let ya girl around me or we gon f*** at ya place/
Matter fact I’ll just cut to the chase/
I’ll do her like Borat did Eminem, put my nuts in her face/
You aint a baller you in rising debt/
How you gon step in the kitchen and expect to beat an Iron chef/
On the mic Im a fire threat/
But I could take out the silencer, if you want a quiet death/
Just cus Im struggling don’t mean I wouldn’t write slaughter/
I’ll kill the family, starting with your d*** daughter/
Type smarter, bring drought and hype water/
Die for a faith I believe in, kinda like martyrs/
They say you shouldn’t keep rapping if you 40 plus/
To me you shouldn’t start rapping less you grown enough/
And you own some nuts/
Cus facing troubles that I been through, you’ll need a little a courage something more than luck/
I sipped liquor thru the pain holding back tears/
Trynna get over a girl since senior class year/
Im past beer, Im here to bring you mad fear/
If you p****** think you ill, get a pap smear/
In one bar I can hurt your brain kid/
Feed you crack off the stove that will get your brain split/
They say what I words insane s***/
Play Russian Roulette with the same gun that Kurt Kobain did/
Got the eye of a sniper, mind of a drug fiend with scholarships/
Speech of a brown man in politics/
Yall gonna honor it/
Pharaoh of the dark jungle throttle s***, change can come later this the dollar s***/
Is either this or get locked in a cell/
All my actions rebel against mocking the trail
When it reached to the poverty scales/
I was bound to prevail, and bring truth to the fiery tales/
A collision from a power in hell/
Its the audio version of what's gon happen 2012/
With the eye of the maker amageddon will rise/
Live in disguise, the wisdom is envisioned thru minds/
Rained out, we in poverty/
Sold all my armory for street dreams and prophecies arranged in my oddissey/
Trained in monopoly/
Now im stealing property, souls, hearts and arteries, proned for a robbery/
Yeah, drop gems til we crystalized/
And wore out till we see somebody hit the prize/
Its all real I don't spit no lies/
I got em brainwashed, my next step's to get em hypnotized/
On the brink to retire/
Saw all my schemes getting leaned towards the fire, dream or desire/
Fiend or messiah?/
Thats the two options in the streets you acquire, the weak will admire/
Uhhh, A lion caged with the craziest roar/
And if you God, why you talking to this atheist for?/
Raw, see me walk while y'all run thru lies/
Passion of the christ, mixed with saw 1 thru 5/
Its the eye of Katrina/
Mixed with the mind of a Charles Manson crime in the flight of Aaliyah/
Takeover ether/
This a staredown between they eyes of the devil and the soul of a reaper/
Im the best why?/
Cus I can leave a n**** dead in a car across the border like left eye/
After that lets see if u gon boast/
Leave these monkeys shot dead like the new york post/
Woah, thats why I got my bars on higher/
Walked down the path of flames and got the streets on fire/
Yeah, its how Im living/
You either die as a hero, or live long enough to just become the villain/