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

[@HeartBreakInGotham]

*_“Death of Autotune”_* *_“1st Verse”_* *_(_**_0:23_**_-_**_1:18_**_)_* “I’m all in for myself I’m coke in zip *_locks_* *_pop the liner_* Business and relationships can’t *_co-op the rhymer_* Barbies said I destroyed their world but they knew *_Oppenheimer_* Knew the *_armageddon_* to our *_weddin’,_* can’t *_stop the timer_* Bribed dad he’s walking you down the *_aisle_* to be *_exiled_* I’m not there cuz I can’t live a life *_less wild_* *_Blessed child_* who *_aided and abetted_* Girls *_laid 'em’_* 3 *_ways_* were *_bedded_* I’m *_cunning_* but *_wondering_* why she’s *_humming_* on the *_Red Sea_* If I put my finger on it she’s *_cumming_* on our *_jet ski_* Girls *_Running_* in *_Giuseppe’s,_* pedis *_stunning_* cuz they *_get me_* Hit Harlem, Brooklyn got Dashing *_Dames_* like *_Foxy_* My best girl acts the *_same_* off *_Oxy_* I’m no harm no foul no *_pain_* no *_moxie_* See *_artists_* who *_aren’t_* music it’s just *_fame by proxy_* *_Got hot_* hit *_L.A._* and *_they_* switch *_lanes_* at *_top speed_* This game suffers from love *_extortion_* A her named *_Portia_* in a *_Porsche_* But sweat equity *_poured_* to a *_portion_* You rapper or not, no more *_divorces_* Rappers married to the *_game_* didn’t *_shake_* the *_baby weight_* Always never *_lately great_* Since 7 lbs 2 Oz in *_88’”_* *_“2nd Verse” (_**_1:40_**_-_**_2:36_**_)_* *_“Son of Victor,_* off *_some Rum Elixirs_* Download my consciousness because I'm *_done with pictures_* Scarlet Ladies and some broad Philly *_blunts with 6ers_* No mob just blood knots with a *_bunch of fixers_* Earth’s a canvas with a *_touch of Hitler_* Their throwing more than subs at the *_submarine_* Virtue signal half heroes, a *_sub-Marine_* What do you all actually want a *_dub for being?_* Like it doesn’t take that much to be *_humane_* Take that much to be entranced by the *_blue flame_* Take that much to be *_insane_* It doesn’t take all that much to *_live with pain_* There’s a bond between every *_genius_* Connected synapses sewn through a *_seamstress_* Pissed off you *_passed on_* What did you *_pass on?_* And what did you *_pass on?_* Goodbye *_au revoir_* to my *_memoirs_* The epilogue is were the *_gems are_* To fight devils means to *_be their cold_* Leave the new kids take the blue prints their seeds to grow Dreams that *_feed their souls_* Hands that rock cradles never *_ceases to seize control_* Was it wrong I need *_Jesus if it’s feasible “_* *_“3rd Verse” (_**_2:58_**_-_**_3:54_**_)_* “Jaded ones, the driving *_force_* the*_source_* to my *_animus_* Two ears one mouth *_sure or and some fist_* *_Extraordinaire, Jordan rare_* Shocked only the *_Lord is fair_* Not Obama, can’t *_afford to care_* No one crossed me knowing I was *_born_* with a *_sword to bear_* No one crossed me my heart bleeds red and love with *_hoards_* to *_share_* They broke ya *_back,_* closed most of *_downtown_* Life changed thunder *_laughs,_* to a *_sad sound cloud_* That’s a *_lot of cries_* I’ll keep seeing streams of tears before I *_spot a FYE_* Some want me to diss the function no *_Trout case_* Is that a *_clout chase,_* cuz I’m *_bout bass_* Rap is feeling the mean mug *_without face_* The wild blue yonder was never *_beyond me_* Attention, admiration and ire *_seem_* to *_be on me_* Study in nature at night my mind illuminates a *_neon tree_* *_They say_* life’s a marathon not a *_sprint_* But think about ya casket don’t know when you’re gonna get *_in_* Said my *_plight,_* it was *_hand to mouth_* Said damn *_aight_* ain’t like it was *_hand to mouth_* (And) People I didn’t *_fight_* through tears don’t give a *_dam a bout_* Some to you have been *_cold_* and a bunch of *_liars_* Judge because they have *_goals,_* and you have *_priors”_* (So tell them) *_-KGodWill_*

[@dend1]

My personal anthem

[@B-Rai87]

Yeah man!!

[@krambone]

#NoIDForTheWin 🏆😤

[@prodbyalamin]

EARGASM!

[@methembedarikwa8389]

Yeah i keep it smooth like jazz, I’m so indestructible you can call me shabazz, I’m invincible you couldn’t get pass my lane if you tried. I’ll leave you behind and salute like Schumacher. I’m the dominating lion on the scene, you're just here the for laughters. Quit being a fake rapper. You’re so rubbish at it you don’t deserve a bafta. So bow down to the all supreme master. I leave you looking green as the alter ego of oliver queen or the logo of Asda. Let me take a sec to ask you this. Why do you use you’re swag as excuse to cover up your weak pen game. It hurts my ears it could be legally classed as abuse, leave or get the boot and get out of my booth. Cause it’s time someone iginited the mic, and take the sport to higher hieghts.

[@SahulRajhansa]

didn't like?? its okay no problem....

[@SahulRajhansa]

nope .............

[@rayarroyo7]

weak

[@The_Abstractor]

You have horrible taste in music this beat is legendary