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conversations.value: Write me a song called Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe (Remix) with the following description: This is a remix of one of the most successful singles on Kendrick’s critically-acclaimed album, good kid, m.A.A.d city. It features a verse from none other than JAY-Z.
  The cover art depicts a 19-year-old Kobe Bryant standing next to a 34-year-old Michael Jordan, as if to say that Jay was passing the torch on to his young predecessor. The game in question took place on December 17, 1997, at the Chicago Bulls‘ United Center Arena:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise, 
  Kendrick Lamar
  ]
  I am a sinner
  Who's prob'ly gonna sin again
  Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me
  Things I don't understand
  Sometimes I need to be alone
  Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe
  I can feel your energy from two planets away
  , 
  I got
  My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin'
  Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe
  Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe (
  Uh
  )
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Look inside of my soul and you can find
  Gold and maybe get rich—hol' up
  Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks
  But now my album platinum and shit, so what?
  Y'all keep the numbers
  I'm more than another statistic, my nigga
  This courtesy of Compton (Courtesy of Compton)
  Brooklyn go hard, motherfucker
  Love me on the East like I'm Chuck D
  Dominicans wish that I was born there
  I'm lookin' to be the god MC
  You look at my hat and see thorns there
  I look at the game and see porn there
  I'm fuckin' this industry hard
  I'm bagging this money, tea-bagging your honey
  You thought I was fresh out the yard
  Don't cry to me dummy, you're a lightweight
  They tell me you nice and I'm like "wait"
  Go get me a knife, you're looking like steak
  And when the stakes are high, I stake out for days
  And when the water reside, you're Bobby Boucher
  But we ain't thirsty nigga, never alert me, nigga
  I got a P89 in a suitcase
  I know you heard me, nigga, this is a burpee, nigga
  Lyrical exercise, right now, homie, I'm in the extra vibe
  Pipe down, on the curb, when you heard that I got these words
  To the upper echelon, that's excellent (That's excellent) [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise, 
  Kendrick Lamar
  ]
  I am a sinner
  Who's prob'ly gonna sin again
  Lord, forgive me, Lord, forgive me
  Things I don't understand
  Sometimes I need to be alone
  Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe
  I can feel your energy from two planets away
  , 
  I got
  My drink, I got my music, I would share it, but today I'm yellin'
  Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe
  Bitch, don't kill my vibe, bitch, don't kill my vibe
  [Verse 2: JAY-Z]
  Up in the clouds
  Me and my spouse
  Rumors on the ground gettin' too loud
  Please turn them shits down (Down, down)
  Can't hear myself think
  Turbulence, shit, I almost spilled my drink
  In the White House with a mink, runnin' through that bitch
  Like it's my house
  , 
  all up in the hall like a mall
  Told you motherfuckers, all I do is ball
  No, I don't 'member you, I don't intend to
  Empty my memory bank
  It's a million dollars in it, baby, Hilary Swank
  Sittin' next to Hillary smellin' like dank
  Presidential pardon, name one nigga out there harder than him
  I'll wait
  I've been in my wave like twenty years straight
  I've been on my vibe like twenty years straight
  Don't fuck up my high (Fuck up my high)
  Nights like this, I could fuck up a pie
  Still be straight (Still be straight)
  Fall back, bitch, I got a lot on my plate
  Don't waste my breath
  I don't know how many moons a nigga got left
  Back to this joint
  Smokin' this shit like I'm tryna prove a point
  I'm the highest, the highest title, numero uno
  Kill my vibe, that's your motherfuckin' funeral
  Hahaha [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Between you and me, turn eulogy to urinals
  Niggas pissed off
  I ministered this generation by far
  Leader of the new school
  On my toes like a ballerina, who knew I'd be Black Swan?
  World in my palms, ironically
  I am the Globetrotters' best 'cause I didn't drop the ball
  Told niggas when I was sixteen that I'd write a sixteen
  To put a nigga right on the big screen
  In the paddy wagon with six teens
  Shoulda been in the pen but now my pen writin' with morphine
  I heal niggas, touch down with more fiends
  I kill niggas, audio crack,
   khakis to meal ticket
  Cardio lap, was running for dear life
  But now I'm running the map, bitch, I'm here nigga
  Picture lil' ole me giving a fuck
   
  for what a fuck nigga gotta say
  Nigga, you never be Jay, never be Nas,
   
  never be Snoop nor Dre
  You ain't get killed in Vegas or in a Suburban
  Nigga, Puff Daddy wasn't your favorite
  So many washed up with detergent
  But I don't dry tears, I just aim at them on purpose
  Like blah, Mini-14 like blah
  Empty out another magazine like blah
  Let a young nigga get by (Doot!)
  I kill 'em all when they try to kill my vibe (Doot! Doot!)
  I am the bad, the good god, the last the hood got
  The last that would try to pass a good job
  If Shawn's a black Beatle then I need a 10-second drum solo
  Bitch see you at Woodstock, ah! [Produced by Sounwave]