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conversations.value: Write me a song called ’99 Tim Westwood Freestyle with the following description: Freestyle from Eminem and his late partner-in-rap Proof, released by Tim Westwood on his SoundCloud on the 29th of January in 2016. It was recorded in 1999, but was only aired on the radio and never released before. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem & 
  Proof
  ]
  Blastin' off (Aw yeah!)
  Yo, I'm sayin' though
  You understand what's going on right now, London?
  One two
  , one two, one two (
  Yeah
  )
  One two, one two, one two (
  One two
  )
  Y'all done started something that you can't undo (
  What?
  )
  Yo, yo (
  A one-one-one two
  )
  [Verse 1: Eminem: Eminem & 
  Proof
  ]
  I'm up in the spot with Tim Westwood
  You wanna step to this? You better use your best foot
  Flawless freestyles I drop right off the top (
  Yeah
  )
  Take a bottle of beer and bite off the top (
  Yeah
  )
  Right of the block, straight to your neighborhood (
  What?
  )
  The flavor's good in London and I'ma stay for good (
  Ha!
  )
  Yo, check it out, it's Slim Shady
  I rip the radio right off of the S baby (
  Yeah
  )
  Y'all can't see me 'cause y'all don't wanna even be it
  Y'all don't understand these freestyles when I MC it (
  Yeah
  )
  Original bad boy on the case, cover your face
  Came in the place, blowed and sprayed Puffy with mace (
  What
  )
  I lace the weed with insect repellent, better check to smell it
  Eminem starts with E, better check to spell it
  With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple
  I got an aspirin capsule trapped on my Adam's apple
  Somebody dropped me on my head and I'm for sure
  That my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her
  I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was 6 months
  And said I'm ready now bitch, ain't you feelin' these kicks, cunt?
  The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell
  I'll probably have a cell next to the furnace in hell
  I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs
  And I'm hotter than my dick is, when I piss and it burns (
  Yeah
  )
  I kick you in the tummy until you're sick to your stomach
  And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it
  Hit you in the head with a brick 'til you plummet
  If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick 'til you numb it (
  What?
  )
  And all the gibberish you was spittin', you need to kill it
  'Cause your style is like dyin' in my sleep, I don't feel it (
  Yeah
  )
  And any MC that try to step to this I'll throw you right off of the roof
  Ayo, bust it, Proof! [Verse 2: Proof & 
  Eminem
  ]
  Hey listen
  One of a kind and I come with the time
  Havin' fun with the rhyme until I'm done with your mind
  Listen, now every MC got a story
  Well, mine is me and my story hasn't involved me before me
  I'm sorry too when my style to be proved
  Ayo since Big Daddy Kane fell off they don't know how to be smooth
  Yo, I seen a fat rodent walk in with Paul Rosen
  With a gat in holdin', talkin' 'bout he DeShaun Holton
  It's the same thing, we bust when it come through
  With Tim Westwood, your best foot forward
  Can't do that, here it is, put your good foot
  We mack y'all, like y'all was some hoes on Wood wood
  No time for that, flatbacks when you rap, counterattack
  With a battle axe, you collapse from them whack raps
  You try to spit to me, I make you all know I'm a genius
  If I hear hyenas
  Come back holdin' my―yo, no need to cuss, bust (
  Penis!
  )
  Yo we can't say that keep it the cleanest, the meanest
  Slim Shady, next single was "My Fault"
  Y'all caught outlined in chalk, incredible as the Hulk
  While I settle for swart, it's the P-R-letter O
  Sex is hetero, cash more checks than federal, you better know
  How you feel about they got a dope cheddar flow
  And my man Dee Teezy, straight from 
  Stress
   magazine
  Bag a scene, we drag your queen
  Like she's a man dressed up, how you feel you get pressed up
  Left up, it's time for that P-R-O-O, you get F'd up
  Yeah it's time for that mind combat
  Next up my man Slim Shade when we rhyme at [Verse 3: Eminem & 
  Proof
  ]
  Last night I OD'd on rush, mushrooms and dust
  And got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (
  What
  )
  Shucks, I'm an alcoholic and that's all I can say
  I've called in to work 'cause all I do is frolic and play
  I swallow grenades and take about a bottle a day
  Of Tylenol 3 and talk about how violent I'll be (
  Yeah
  )
  Give me 11 Excedrin and my head'll spin
  Medicine'll get me revvin' like a 747 jet engine (
  Woo
  )
  Scratched my balls 'til I shred the skin
  Doctor check this rash, look how red it's been
  It's probably AIDS, forget it then (
  Ha ha
  )
  I'll strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows
  That don't even make sense like dykes usin' dildos
  So reach in your bill folds for 10 duckets
  And pick up the Slim Shady stuff that's on Rawkus (
  Yeah
  )
  Somethin' somethin' somethin' somethin', I can't read it (
  I got your back
  )
  My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldn't read it (
  I got your back
  )
  [Verse 4: Proof]
  Ayo, the truth hurt when Proof hurt
  Move the whole Earth beneath your feet just like loose dirt
  So F your politics if you swallow, feel the hollow tips rip
  Through your collar disc, learn your knowledges
  Then burn your colleges, I touch your grill
  With the skill of a dermatologist, your turn to follow this
  Acknowledge this head cracker, ho smacker
  Whack rapper attacker, internet hacker
  No slacker, best factor, Midwest bracket
  Yeah, you know about it, it's us on your jacket
  DJ Headscratcher like a hatchet, who can match it?
  Make you go-go like Gadget, perform magic
  Without a wand, I drop bombs without Saddam
  A vet' without 'Nam, I make sense without common ground
  I'm still down y'all with my first crew
  You got a fly style, I down that just like curfew
  Yo, I'm worth two ears and a mind full of attention
  Plus I'm CEO of the whack MC prevention
  Listen to a real gift over ill riffs
  'Cause you on the mic, me and Slim ain't tryna hear like Will Smith
  Your career's not over with, come here to cope a spit
  We heat the sub y'all before the supernova hit
  I know the truth, so now I’m baring all
  I made R. Kelly confess he stole his first style from Aaron Hall
  A whack MC with a gun, I'm not one
  And when see Kurt Cobain tell him "bring back my shotgun"
  I got one style for all y'all bazooka
  Ayo, if I was 2Pac, I'd come back from Cuba
  Rhyme with me when I push on her tooters
  Tryna get wild and then we bust like Lugers
  Me and my man Slim Shady, we pen great-y
  Take our 80 MC's, you know West what, what
  What, what, what
  What [Verse 5: Eminem & 
  Proof
  ]
  Aight, aight
  Yo, yo yo (
  Yeah
  )
  One more time I come back
  Slingin' the wack, yo
  I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless, patrollin' corners
  Lookin' for hookers to punch in the mouth for a roll of quarters (
  Woo
  )
  I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beatin' James Todd Senior
  And smackin' his back with vacuum cleaner attachments
  I grew up in the wild hood, as a hazardous youth
  With a messed up childhood, that I use as an excuse
  And ain't nothin' changed, I kept the same mind state
  Since the third time that I failed 9th grade
  You'll probably think that I'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it
  I don't promote violence, I just encourage it (
  Yeah
  )
  I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of steps
  And land inside a bed of spider webs
  So throw caution to the wind, you and a friend
  Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again
  Pfft, why not? Blow your brain out, I'm blowin' mine out
  Forget it, you only live once you might as well die now
  [Verse 6: Proof]
  Yeah, best the way it is
  Roll your tape recorders, we came to the London borders
  Walk in a caster store, put on a master score
  Blast your four, then I trash your store
  Your woman start to scream so I stab your whore
  Jet out your door faster than a Labrador
  Yeah, yeah
  [Verse 7: Eminem]
  Smokin' herb and still we spit
  On this microphone, they say I'm allowed to say, "shit"
  So I'ma say it as much as I can
  'Cause it don't matter 'cause I'm the man
  With a frickin' beer in my hand
  I said, "frick" 'cause I was respectin' Tim Westwood
  Y'all wanna step to this, yo I come from the best hood
  Detroit, the Motown, where it goes down
  Kick the flow sound, rappers they know now
  But kick a pro now
  [Verse 8: Proof]
  Ayo
  Back and forth, me and Em don't need to practice
  Y'all lack this, we stick you like a cactus
  You scream like a actress, the fact is
  Y'all can't see us in '99, 2000
  3000, 4000 arousin' styles
  [Verse 9: Eminem & 
  Proof
  ]
  And 3 plus, y'all wanna be us
  But none of y'all can see us (
  What
  )
  Even if y'all had some new bifocals, I try locals
  So y'all die roiled locals 'cause I smoked you (
  Yeah
  )
  Plus I provoke you and then I bust
  Freestyles y'all can't trust, I'm like Canibus (
  Yeah
  )
  I bust, can I bust? No, you can't
  Well, yes I can 'cause I'm Slim Shady and I'm the man
  [Verse 10: Proof]
  Ayo
  We flex styles like a bicep
  I found out where Canibus' money went
  I borrowed a dollar from Wyclef
  Rhyme deaf MC's need to try this
  You can't get with this, make you on the minus
  Plus that, we bust back, yo F that
  Rap that, step up and get flat
  And it's time for y'all to hear what's this year's around
  Detroit been quiet long enough
  Ayo Slim, I need you to back me up
  My freestyles ain't connectin'
  They let 'em start respectin'
  We disrespectin'
  [Verse 11: Eminem]
  Well, I'ma check then with dirty needles
  It's two of us but we're not the Beatles
  'Cause there was three of them, and I am seein' them
  But y'all ain't seein' Em even if I was drivin' in the BM in the PM
  With the top up and the top down, don't matter 'cause I rock now
  Yo, y'all can hear the Glock sound, 2Pac now
  Yo, that's what I am when I bust, this lyrical image
  Y'all can't just betray the scrimmage
  That I be killin' when I be bustin' and I'm crushin'
  Any MC leave 'em with no freakin' discussion
  [Verse 12: Proof]
  Run up in your house then I shot your wife
  Ayo Em, hold these Tylenol 3's while I rock the mic
  [Verse 13: Eminem & 
  Proof
  ]
  Weed lacer, ninety-seven burgundy blazer
  Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury Tracer
  I'm on some loc' shit, some fed up with this bein' broke shit (
  Yeah
  )
  I'm not to joke with, yo, I don't sell crack, I smoke it
  [Break]
  Aight?
  Blastin' off, aight?
  We blastin' off right now, London!
  Tim Westwood baby, you don't understand right now!
  We bombin' the whole land on some Vietnam shit, yo!
  Where we spawn yo! Yeah
  Blast off
  You understand what's going on right now, London?
  You don't understand, you don't understand
  Yo, we tryin' to get your attention now London
  You can't handle the truth
  You can hate me now (Don't hate us)
  You don't faze me now
  I'm so drunk I'm throwin' up now (Throwin' up now)
  You can't hate me now (You can't hate us now)
  You can't deflect me now
  Yo, Slim, rock that funky shit!
  [Verse 14: Eminem]
  Hand me an .8, beam me up and land me in space
  I'ma sit on top of the world and spit on Brandy and Ma$e
  I'm more than ill, scarier than a white person
  Trapped in a room with Lauryn Hill, human horror film
  But with a lot funnier plot, and people that feel me
  'Cause I'ma still be Madd Rapper, whether I got money or not
  As long as I'm on pills, and I got plenty of pot
  I'll be in a canoe paddlin', makin' fun of your yacht
  But I would like an award
  For the best rapper to get one mic in 
  The Source
  And a wardrobe I can afford
  Otherwise I might just end up back-strikin' a Ford
  And you wonder what the hell I need more Vicodin for
  Everybody's pissin' me off; even the No Limit Tank
  Looks like a middle finger sideways flippin' me off
  No duh I'm a great danger to my health
  Why else would I kill you then jump in the grave and bury myself?
  You can hate me now
  [Verse 15: Proof]
  Yeah, hate us (Big Proof, Big Proof, Big Proof)
  Ha, ha, ha!
  Need to run for cover
  Eminem is white, but he still my brother
  Slim Shady, known to go and smoke crack
  But you and Charli Baltimore got something in common, you both whack
  How you feel about that? No need to jock 'em
  You so whack you make Master P sound like Rakim
  When it's time to bust y'all, when we trust y'all, we dust y'all
  Who y'all? Break your balls like cue balls
  I know who you are, you RuPaul
  Do stall, for those try to fall and try to brawl
  All y'all get bust up and banged up, framed up
  How many MC's bring my name up?
  The same slut said the same thing, it's freestyle
  No need to rehearse, my verse is universal
  Curse a flow, crush you like Hershel Walker
  Allie Sparker, three day sparker highland Parker chalker
  You MCs can't get darker than the Midwest bracket
  It's us, me and Emzee
  Come right there, we feeling flimsy
  Tipsed up, one time lifetime we ripped up
  It's bad to the evil, met that, now it's all to say
  Death rap, fuck hoes, don't even say get blast away, passed away
  Blasted ass, hey yo, they say we're Aftermath
  Slim Shady, you heard that, my words black
  But bust you up 'cause you preferred that
  To hear me now, preferred that, the surgical snipe
  Preserved you with life, I'll make you allergic to life
  You die for this, don't even battle us
  See us at the―what's that?―Subterranean
  We knock your brain in
  [Outro]
  Flows are hmm delly-lah like Arabian! (*Proof mimicking Arabian speech*)
  Ayo, ayo
  We don't wanna hear that best white rapper
  We be talkin' 'bout best rapper
  Forget all that, you know what I'm sayin' ?
  No doubt, no doubt, never
  Blastin' off
  Explosions left and right (Left and right)
  This is legendary (It's legendary)
  Legendary! (Remember this show!)
  This is John Lennon, this is John Lennon, legendary (Remember this show)
  History, baby
  We on some John Lennon
  Blowin', blowin'
  We blowin' the spot right now, London
  Where it's war yo!
  Blowin'!
  It doesn't even matter
  Slim Shady, Big Proof
  C'mon Tim Westwood
  We blowin' up the spot right now, London!
  London's done, it's gone!
  What did ya think baby? You made that happen
  Thanks for having us, Tim
  No doubt, no doubt, we blowin' up the spot
  We blastin' off with Tim Westwood now
  You understand what's going on, London? No doubt!
  Big up New York, big up Paris, big up London
  Big up Jersey, big up Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx, Manhattan
  Big up Tim Westwood
  Yo, we makin' it happen, yo!
  On your wheel, just still
  Tim Westwood, where it's born!
  Peace to everybody, have a good night's sleep