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conversations.value: Write me a song called Kickstyle with the following description: “Kickstyle” serves as a homecoming of sorts as Logic spends verse one going back and forth with IamJMARS, then bringing on fellow Marylanders Big Lenbo and Shy Grey to close it out.
  The latter two were instrumental in Logic’s come-up as an artist, with Lenbo giving him a place to stay  as he made the jump into the industry and Grey (formerly known as C Dot Castro) being a mainstay throughout the mixtape era. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Logic & 
  IamJMARS
  ]
  As you can see, I am proficient in the art of 
  taking
  Your taking is no match for my KickStyle
  En garde, come at me with everything you have
  Prepare yourself
  Hahaha, this that real hip-hop shit
  Maryland state of mind whenever we rhyme
  Ayo, JMARS, set it the fuck off, homie (
  Vinyl Days, yeah
  )
  [Verse 1: IamJMARS & 
  Logic
  ]
  Come the applause, thank you
  I love that you feelin' it's like withdraws
  Aim to do more than just please, more like to ease
  Painful everyday like them, our people been strugglin' to wait through
  I'll deliver, 
  piece on the platter to the hateful
  See me shine in they face and then they somethin' less-so grateful
  To
   be alive before it's off the table
  Like Etern' Assassin, like it's 
  Cable and Kane
  So to take this shit in the vein or you gon' meet that fable
  I got time to kill any more of you, if you got too much pride anneal
  Before I don 'em, I'll make it humble, but darker than Satan, hol' up
  Please don't think no part of this language is anger for you 
  of hell
  Probably say that I'm just poppin' off
  Out the mouth I say, of course, as I reshape the earth like I was God
  Spit what's real, I couldn't pass facade
  Shop out my seal, since I was a mass informant
  Inside my mother's abdomen, uh
  Grip by forces when my ass was born
  Stubborn, his ass is a song, 'til they told my shoulder
  At a psychic, guess this why I'm outta pocket more
  My birthin' doctors was bad as healin' as Aquaphor
  That still ain't stop me
  Might turn your shoppers if Tory handles sorts
  I swing at these beats, I'm eatin' sashimi that I can muscle
  , really
  I do humbly receive, this melody
  The ten eleven sentence can be with my cutlery, uh [Interlude: Logic & 
  Big Lenbo
  ]
  RattPack, shit, motherfucker, y'all know what's up (
  Uh
  )
  It's Vinyl Days, JMARS (
  Yeah
  )
  Logic, Big Lenbo, the motherfuckin' veteran, set it off (
  Uh, uh
  )
  [Verse 2: Big Lenbo]
  It's Leon the Teflon, vagabond
  Microphone madness, one step beyond
  Turn around and look at that gate we've been on
  RattPack, nigga, now we never switch form
  And I'm right back, nigga, like I've never been gone
  Fuck calm, ring the alarm like tennis arm
  When I grab the mic, you know I drop bombs
  Jump off stage, get baked like Fronz
  Never verse us, fucked up, trust us
  Y'all see before the gust
  Throw arms, dead mics on sight
  The arsonist, apart from this
  Life as you know it, come from the lowest
  Driven and we stow it, cold-blooded, they all know it
  All seen it, probably seen it, can't reach us
  [Verse 3: Shy Grey]
  Follow me on the journey, it's me and Bar
  To the start of this book for the fame, came, life is smart
  When the flame was a spark, had nothing to lose
  Everything to gain when this shit wasn't a game
  So you came with your heart feel the pain in your veins when you talk
  Never seen the light of day but we stay with perfect aim in the dark
  Playin' games leave you layin' in the chalk
  Want beef, then we bringin' it a la carte
  Nigga, wait on 
  College Park [Outro: Logic]
  Bobby Boy Records, motherfucker
  RattPack all day, real all the time, you know what it is
  Y'all ain't ready for that 
  College Park
   shit though (Hahaha)
  We them Maryland boys, homie
  Eat a dick