conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Drastic Measures (Microphone Autopsy) with the following description: Album name and track position are from this source, which also says, “This EP was released in Detroit around 1997.”
  Most sources refer to the song as “Drastic Measures,” others as “Microphone Autopsy,” and others as “Drastic Measures (Microphone Autopsy).”
  Em’s verse from this was incorporated into another Indigenous Tribe song, “For My People Rauv Remix.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  "What am I, a mirage?"
  "What?"
  "What? Where's my fucking drink? I asked you for a drink."
  "You wanted a drink?"
  "I just asked you for a fuckin' drink."
  "No, I thought, I thought you said that you were alright, Spider,"
  "No no no no no no no no. What do you got me on, a fuckin' pay-no-mind list, kid?"
  "To attack without knowing the enemy's strength is foolish. After being warned, to still attack is stupid. People who are that stupid just don't deserve to live. But strangely though, one does find people who are that stupid."
  [Verse 1: Ill Greed]
  Where the fuck you stay at? Habitats and territories [?]
  Back the fuck up off me, drink some coffee
  Particularly decaffeinated, ICP is overrated
  And hated for the false identity created
  You ain't equal, [?] people
  Evel Knievel [?]
  Deep sea divers, where's that 5, I spotted you backstage
  With the seven-digit pain
  12 gauge explosion, mice get hot like scolded
  While the fairy tales unfolded
  You pop a glass bottle, we ahold of you
  Drinkin' Absolut — in the corner room
  So subscribe to the Tribe
  Push the bop in your life sharp as a knife
  Daybreak to daylight, I know I feed you
  On Woodward Avenue, stumblin' over verses, so I have to
  Like frozen fruits supposed to do, I [?] you
  So I roller-coastered you [Interlude]
  "Seems to me that you're quite confident you can beat me. You don't scare me, let's get to the point!"
  1, 1, test, 1
  1, 2
  1...
  1... Fuck it maaan
  [Verse 2: Scrap]
  Your image got cremated, you ain't get off
  Like plan paper, that's preparated
  I created this statement and called you out when you changing my style
  I stay back like a car crash
  In debt 'cause of my beer tab
  I prefer to kill you slowly like a block rap when you try to rap
  Scrap's fantastic, kids run out of sight all frantic
  Abandon ship like Titanic, man we on two different planets
  I pollute your airspace, run you like a police chase
  You fake by the expression on your face
  Bite so much they named you after toothpaste
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  Yo I'm two-faced, and bugged the fuck out like Mr. Furley
  So when I swing a fist of fury y'all can kiss the jewelry
  Scrap, back the fuck up, we missed the brewery
  Hurry, I'm tryin to pick up Cage's sister early (It's 8 o'clock)
  Me and Greed smoke weed and OD
  We're so keyed there's no need to stop the nosebleed
  I need a casket, I killed some conceited bastard
  And beat his ass with a bat wrapped in a sheet of acid
  I'm pre-disaster, I fuck shit up before it happens
  Like blown engines of airplanes with snorin' captains
  Your style's monotonous, like a borin' job gets
  I come to the battle and beat you with foreign objects
  I'm dumber than Oklahoma ignorin' bomb threats
  I'm dumber than trying to start a war with 'nam vets
  My metaphors are like a set of jaws
  I get applause, cause people would rather hear mine instead of yours
  Still on the run from stabbing a bitch in the side
  So I'm hitchin' this ride with the motherfuckin' Indigenous Tribe [Interlude]
  "We can rebuild him." Hold up, man
  "We have the technology."
  "We can make him better than he was."
  "Better. Stronger."
  [Verse 4: Reco]
  Yo, no matter if it's now, no matter if it's later
  Busboy slash waiter servin' all you perpetrators
  I cater, nutritional raps [?]
  Or turn it on your table and cross it to your face?
  On a caper, blastin' off on space invaders
  Underestimated kids from the lakes that are greater
  [?] your pocketbooks and let's make a wager
  I bet you the driver get you vibin' like a pager
  Colossal quiz and digital innovator
  Call me wack, you must be smokin' crack with this [?]
  Playa hater slayer, on the rise like escalators
  High on vapors, a mass in the gas chamber
  Half-past danger, my God, the Creator
  Got symptoms of a savior mixed with bad behavior
  The prime factor, dominate denominators
  Numeral, with equivalent: one, with no remainder
  [Verse 5: Heeter]
  Drastic Measures, Slim Shady and Tribe together
  You still [?] for panic buttons? We pullin' levers
  Causin' tremors, I'm runnin' shit like Dorsey Levens
  These seven MCs attack from here to Mount Clemens
  The menace, crème de la crème screamin' "Fuck them!"
  Heeter versus ten men, swallow up your pimpin'
  We stepped in, depression set in, my plans on set trains
  Pretend to be my friend? Send them toys back to the playpen
  Say when, I'm crooked like the dick on Mr. Clinton
  Surrounded by the five lakes, representin' the Mitten
  I'm stompin' when it's snowin', theories beyond the low-end
  These diabolical [?] promise to get you goin'
  When I write, it's zip tight, limelight like [?]
  Chokin' on broken mics after I jam up down your windpipe [Verse 6: Yosh 1]
  Glass shield shatters, like shrapnel, they scatterin'
  Unravelin' the tape from your mouth, splurge splatterin'
  The saw beats, the [?] gettin' down to the mad break
  If I shrink, rap way before the expiration date
  2-8-9-8, my arrivin' is late
  'Cause someone see me on the way with all this ominous frame
  No mistake, imposter with the photos
  [?], suffer sleep deprivation since I OD'd on No-Doz
  Yosh 1, hundred crusher like a german fat
  Ridin' on this wave, roll right and tight on the track
  [Verse 7: Q]
  At the gate, '98, held back like the brakes on the MPV
  3-1-3 is to cop for access, the home of Tompkins and Teflon vest
  Place where we rest, nest of guessing games that get you touched
  Burn the clutch and hit the fifth
  Sleep all day 'cause I rhyme the night shift
  Call Q "AK" when I shoot the gift
  Lyrical vessels set to drift on sounds
  You underground, you ain't see the sole survivor searchlight
  Fake kids claimin' they put in work (Riiight...)
  Lyrics wack like a joint that's rolled tight, toke light
  Indigenous and Slim Shady, as the dark is in the light