D.O.A. (Death Of Auto-Tune) - Jay-Z

La da 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

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 niggas wanna 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 your lack of aggression

Put your skirt back down, grow a set, men (uhh, uhh!)

Nigga this shit violent

This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

La da da da…

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye…

Only nigga to re-write history without a pen

No I.D.

on the track let the story begin…

Begin…

Begin

Hold up…

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 niggas to feel threatened (uhh!)

Stop your bloodclot crying

The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying

You niggas' jeans too tight

Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far, nigga!) (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 100 (uhh!)

This is for Hot 9−7

This shit for Clue, for Khaled, for we the bestin… (uhh!)

Nigga this shit violent

This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

La da da da…

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye…

Only nigga to re-write history without a pen

No I.D.

on the track let the story begin…

Begin…

Begin

Hold up…

Hold up, this shit need a verse from Jeezy… Ay!

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!)

You niggas singin' too much

Get back to rap, you T-Pain'n too much (uhh, uhh!)

I’m a multi-millionaire

So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here (uhh!)

I don’t be in the project hallway

Talkin' 'bout how I be in the projects all day (uhh!)

That sound stupid to me

If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me (uhh, uhh!)

Nigga, just get violent

This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence

La da da da…

Hey, hey, hey, goodbye…