if hip-hop was dead im about to revive it/
and if theres real rapper i have yet to find them/
when you listen to my tracks you would sit and rewind them/
and think to yourself damn this white dude ridin/
and i use to make song about trappin and hustlin/
until i notice how this rao game is sufferin/
all the bubble gum rappers are rappin bout nothin/
all I hear on their tracks is huffin and puffin/
can i ask where all the lyricists gone/
because most of the lyrics artist spittin havent even written their own/
so they pay ghost writers for lyrics in songs/
if they wrote their own words it would sonund like shit when they talk/
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all i ever hear is how their guns clap and murkin/
or a dumb ass dance and how they swag surfin/
so imma be the one to crasp the curtains/
and close them quickly so they dont laugh at your circus/
rappers get dumb and dumber call them harry and Lloyd/
all their music sounds like blarrin ass noise/
so follow in the footsteps of ya boy/
so we can get rid of this music that we seek to destroy/
now imma do something i otta do/
and tell you that you cuold never reach my altitude/
look respect my motto dude/
D.O.A. Death Of Autotune/

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