Don't Autotune Your Mind (Feat.Prossess)
Lyrics & Vocals By Lucky Lex & Prossess
Music By Alex Yvon Blain
Guitars By Hans Stutz
Keyboards & Bass By Blex XP
RECORDED & MIXED AT ALXMUZIC STUDIO BY ALEX YVON BLAIN
MASTERED BY FREDERICK THIVIERGE
Don't Auto Tune Your Mind
Do Not Live Dumb and Blind
Drop the Mic if you can't Sing
Tone Deaf Posers won't Win
Don't Auto Tune Your Mind
Do Not Live Dumb and Blind
Drop the Mic if you can't Sing
Fuck Robots…
Yo, Back in the days I had No Skills
But Shit Had Heart and Will
Worked so Hard to Become Ill
Hours, put More than a Mill
Hiking up Local Hills
I'd Fail, but Swallow my Pill
Ooh No I Did Not Kill
Until One Day I Build
The bridge from Dream to Real
DJ's Scratched on Technic Steels
Giving us what we Would Feel
Spit in Jams on scene, no deal
Fuck that didn't matter to Us
No Cash, in Music we trust
On Jazz tracks, I flowed and Bust
Screaming Punk Shit was a Must
To us Puff Daddy Sucked
Wu Tang Clan ain't nut to Fuck
Bitch ass Gucci Rappers What ?
NYC Real Rap Big Up !
Baggy Pants, hands on our Nuts
No Phantoms, Rode the Bus
Our four Wheels would Bring the Ruck
Indy Riders Grinding Rust
Surfing Streets, Kick Flipping Up
Melting Snow is Concrete Lust
Showed us how to Make the Cut
To my Crew, all We Got is Us
You know those where the Days
Now it's all Computer Haze
Auto Tuning to Get Paid
Free your Mind you Stupid Slaves !
Hey, Auto Tune, whats that Shit ?
Makes you sound like a winey Bitch
Home Studio App without a Mix
Unpolished actors, rap is this ?
Young douche bags with diamond lids
Spray On Tan, skins are Lit
Skinny jeans, no balls all clit
Designer hand bag, perfect Fit
Princesses you make me Sick
Internet of Imbeciles
Tracks are whack, fuck You Kid
Is this what the Future is
See when I spit I mosh the pit
My words are deep, fishing in Ink
You vomit, then you slowly sink
Cheap lyrics like suck my Dick
What, what, I'm the missing Link
From Jazz to metal and Electronic
Please sit down boy, you must Think
Music you are not, just Quit
No realism, just Fan isms
Technological Cult Victims
Trapped inside a Twisted Vision
We will witness Mass Extinction
Raw or euphemism
Now it's empty, youth is Chilling
They are Illing with no Wisdom
Don’t go back to the Prison System
Reflexion just like a prism
Real MC’s are on a Mission
Transmitting their whole existence
Rhymes & Reason, Beats & Rhythm
