Royce da 5'9" - Death Of Autotune (Redemption) lyrics

REDEMPTION! Nickle!
Ortiz what's up, my nigga?

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

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

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' itcause
When I'm doin' it's cool when
You do itit's corny