Don't Autotune Your Mind (Feat.Prossess) by Luckylex published on 2016-11-01T19:22:37Z 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 Genre Hip-hop & Rap