d.o.a. (death of auto-tune) (remix)

Singer:bone thugs-n-harmony

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hey

hey. good bye!

whooo! c'mon

bone thug

we gon' do it like this

yeah. kray jackson. remember the killa

the lyrical beast? i'm gon' murda ya!

up in you like a hernia. you suck

i'm just confirmin' ya

nigga!

if you did it

nigga

then clearly we talkin' about you!

get off the bandwagon

nigga

quit swingin' on dicks and get your brand accurate. kray jack the man

ask 'em!

don't need a hand. rappin' insane with the same average

always above!

nigga

never no love

you niggas is artificial

insufficient

not an issue. our position is monumental

all your shit was accidental!

simple

don't be no fool!

don't be consumed in auto-tune. 'cause it's a deadly storm blowin' through here soon. originators can survive it if they stay true and innovate. imitators

fakers

they all die

y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play. twenty-four hours a day

that's seven straight!

my killers be rallied up

the scrilla - they tally up. like bally's - i exercise you. like dahmer - i victimize you. criticize you for using auto-tune. recognize here comes your doom. there's no room for the wack. they be givin' a black eye to the game. but there's more than a thousand ways to get 'em and leave the lames strangled. flesh banged on 'em and i never did let up. fandango you hoes!

opponents they keep their back on the ropes

their faces hit the floor. suckers ain't nothin' but jokes with their vocals made artificially. i'd rather buck 'em y'all exposed

now they gotta get disposed. my temp is still burning hot

while these phony's

they hardly not!

we can lock on up and then see how hard of a hit you got!

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hey. good bye!. bye bye!. bye bye!

why they want to sound like

dress like

act like?

why they want to look like

dress like

sound like?

it's the critical

criminal

non-subliminal. set it off

let it off

lines is visible. i battle

i challenge

i rhyme my syllables. sound like bone

that's dispicable. i'll put you in i.c.u. i see you is not original. it's pitiful

niggas ain't lyrical. give me that deal

give me that miracle!

they lackin' the talent

they lackin' the balance

they lackin' the harmony. these niggas pretenders

no contenders

it ain't hard to see. no authenticity

they won't make history. they only makin' lil lay-lay mad

they going out like they j.j. fad. now how do these stars assume they can use the auto-tune

just because the bass go boom i spend my dollars

consume?

but naw

i bring these lames to their doom. better wake up! wake up! wake up!

we bringin' back innovation. we havin' a celebration

cause flesh-n-bone is home. been ten years strong

that's domination. never need no nomination 'cause homie the streets respect it. we keepin' it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record. i'm talkin' about keepin' it classic

they talkin' about keepin' it plastic. they puttin' the game in a casket. we gonna live on like the jacksons. i'm sorry i'm endin' your cycle

i gotta do this for michael. you heard from jay-z

but nigga this layzie

it's somethin' i'm willin' to die for

yeah. come on! come on! come on!

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hey. good bye!

come here nigga

you know what?. first off let me take it back to high school. you niggas teach rules

being in a rented crib. to this day i don't wear jordan's. wasn't the first nigga with them in high school

ass nigga

put that out

shine in everybody's category. cut that out

flat out!

it's a damn shame

for spare change

what come out these fraudelent rappers' mouth. or should i say entertainers

i'm complainin'. north

east

west

and south

cut that out. 'til 'em all pac and no slouch. if you can't sing

then don't sing!

the realest knew they place and they did it. we blaze auto-tune so you need to sense this. rest and silent hood living. they feel me resonate it. get bible realest. quiet me

i'mma stay hood

harmonied out. invisible cut the crucifix

explodes into the galaxy!

show you niggas how loose i get - no! no fatalities!

zeus

i'm comin' to juice the mix. operation: totality

opium flow wherever i go

auto-tune to the matrixes. shot myself in cali

woke up without no witnesses. satan

think she my mistresses. mohammad

where my bitches is?

eve's wicked as witches is

yeah! nigga this peanuts!

i'm t-pain

back with my nazarinians and we nuts!

these palestinians with 3 buck shots!

when roger troutman caught his brother back from hades like cain - took him out!

generals say get out man."