Death Of Autotune (Redemption)

[Intro]

REDEMPTION!

Nickle!

Ortiz what's up, my nigga?

[Verse 1]

I did Green last night with my comraderies

I spit a verse that you heard, this my apology

At the exact same time this is a fuck you

Suck my nuts you ungrateful fuck you

Haha

Alchemist in the building

Throwback, feel like I'm rappin' it for the pilgrims

Uh, I'm an animal with the talkin'

A grammar gargantuan with Satanic arson

Words that'll exhume Dilla

Bring his body back to life, toss Charles Hamilton in his coffin

Your man is a liar, he dead wrong

Write "pyromania" on his headstone, he playin' with fire

The shark flow sink ships and eat the survivors

The Takeover mentality, Ether saliva

You dead, you only trying to do this to a degree

I am the AIDS, nobody wants to do it with me

This is my job as king of my city

The Hex Murda, Tricky/?? committee

I don't know a girl that say "stop"

I drink till I got the kind of buzz that Drake got

Holdin' the torch, show no remorse

My group murder beats and I creep back and I flow over the corpse

This a big ass gang

The only thing me and T-Pain got in common is a Big Ass Chain

[Verse 2]

Nigga, your brains will be on your lap

Throw a stone I'mma throw a meteor back

Don't let media soup you

Niggas will shoot you

My gun makin' my waist look as big as a tutu

Niggas want it, the less thug

The beta drum sound like I'm runnin' with ?uestlove

Ask niggas do they got any requests?

Before I let 'em know they ain't got any respect

Uh, why call Joey a trouble maker?

If you ain't callin' me his trouble ender

Do you know how big my dick is?

My bitch say I should start me another gender

I got muscle, I'm rollin' around muscular

I'm so cut throat I could grow me another jugular

Niggas shit face

Cause in my time

I touch more classics than my nigga Joell did on his mixtape

Uh

Niggas is weak anyway

Tell Amber Rose she can cheat on me any day

Uh

3-2-3-6-4-0-2-0-2-1 baby call me

You be fuckin' with wack niggas

A whole crew full of earthy ass rap niggas

Uh, I got a squad full of rap killers

I'm the living proof that God is a crack dealer

[Verse 3]

I've been morbid, I'm important

I talk fly than enforce it while in orbit

I'm pretty but I've been gorgeous

Been on my Ben Gordon

(Y'all catch that?...never mind)

The whole Slaughterhouse will step to you

We ain't no motherfuckin' group we a wrecking crew

Don't worry about it hip hop, we here to rescue you

We feel like we the best, fuck all the rest of you

And we'll come and get you, go 'head, spit a bar

You got heart until your heart is in a pickle jar

The untouchable squad that dares nothing but ??

You are fuckin' with gods, don't look fuckin' surprised

I fuck bitches with jobs, addicted to dick

And cleaning and eating more pussy than Missy Misdemeanor

I see why your whole hood embarrassed

You keep playing the same god damn character, Wood Harris

My daughter is an heiress, my son is an heir

I pray lookin' down, shootin' guns in the air

Uh, put some fuckin' money on it then

Cause he gon' kick it till he got your blood on his shins

Trigger flows, AR's and K's

I got it locked down, I got bars for days

If you listen and thinkin' a nigga can't go

You got an ear like Vince as in Van Gogh

Bar Exam 3. Fuck the auto-tune. Except when I'm doin' it...cause when I'm doin' it's cool. When you do it...it's corny