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conversations.value: Write me a song called Crack Music with the following description: Theme of the song is comparing the crack cocaine epidemic in America to the addiction of hip-hop in America. Also, he talks about conspiracy theories that have to do with politics.
  Kanye explained his thought process in the creation of this track:
  I started [thinking], if I was to make a song about [crack], I wanted to start where my parents told me it started. ‘How we stop the Black Panthers?/ Ronald Reagan cooked up the answer.’ You say, ‘Ronald wasn’t even the president at the time,’ but he was the governor of [California] when the CIA conspired to bring down the Black Panther Party. It goes back to artists being on the chitterling circuit and labels giving them drugs to lull them over and not be focused on their business. Crack was placed in the black community, used to separate the groups who were to protect us from police brutality and racism at the time.
  The song features Game, but only on the hook (his verse didn’t fit the concept the song, though Game has released a version with the verse). Keyshia Cole, Charlie Wilson, and Tony Williams provides backing vocals.
  The track samples “Since You Came in My Life” by the New York Community Choir:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Kanye West & Jon Brion]
  [Chorus: Kanye West, 
  The Game
  , & 
  Choir
  ]
  That's that crack music, nigga
  That real Black music, nigga
  La la la la la la la la
  La la la, la la la
  That's that crack music, nigga
  That real Black music, nigga
  La la la la la la la la
  La la la, la la la
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  How we stop the Black Panthers?
  Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer
  You hear that? What Gil Scott was hearin'
  When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin
  Crack raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland
  We invested in that, it's like we got Merrill lynched
  And we been hangin' from the same tree ever since
  Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine
  So we, cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it
  Sell it, the fiends cop it, nowadays they can't tell if
  That's that good shit, we ain't sure, man
  Put the CD on your tongue—yeah, that's pure, man [Chorus: Kanye West, 
  The Game
  , & 
  Choir
  ]
  That's that crack music, nigga
  That real Black music, nigga
  La la la la la la la la
  La la la, la la la
  That's that crack music, nigga
  That real Black music, nigga
  La la la la la la la la
  La la la, la la la
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  From the place where the fathers gone
  The mothers is hardly home
  And the maricons lock us up in the Audy Home
  How the Mexicans say? "We just tryin' to party, holmes"
  They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam
  Who gave Saddam anthrax?
  George Bush got the answers
  Back in the hood, it's a different type of chemical
  Arm & Hammer baking soda, raised they whole quota
  Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove 'cause...
  Dreams of being Hova
  Went from bein' a broke man to bein' a dopeman
  To bein' the president—look, there's hope, man!
  This that inspiration for the Moes and the Folks, man
  Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin'
  And this is the soundtrack
  This the type of music that you make when you 'round that [Chorus: Kanye West, 
  The Game
  , & 
  Choir
  ]
  Crack music, nigga
  That real Black music, nigga
  La la la la la la la la
  La la la, la la la
  That's that crack music, nigga
  That real Black music, nigga
  La la la la la la la la
  La la la, la la la
  [Break: Kanye West]
  God, how could you let this happen?
  [Interlude: Choir]
  La la la la la la la
  La la la la la la la
  La la la
  La la la
  La la la la la la la
  La la la la la la la
  La la la
  La la la
  [Chorus: Kanye West, 
  The Game
  , & 
  Choir
  ]
  Ugh, that's that crack music, crack music
  That real Black music, Black music
  La la la la la la la la
  La la la, la la la
  That's that crack music, nigga
  That real Black music, nigga
  La la la la la la la
  La la la la la la la
  La la la la la la la
  La la la la la la la
  La la la la la la la
  La la la la la la la
  Ugh, that's that crack music, crack music
  That real Black music, Black music
  La la la la la la la la
  La la la, la la la [Outro: Malik Yusef]
  Our Father, give us this day, our daily bread
  Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread
  See, I done did all this ol' bullshit
  And to atone, I throw a lil' somethin'-somethin' on the pulpit
  We took that shit, measured it, and then cooked that shit
  And what we gave back was crack music
  And now, we ooze it through they nooks and crannies
  So our mamas ain't got to be they cooks and nannies
  And we gon' repo everything they ever took from granny
  Now, the former slaves trade hooks for Grammys
  This dark diction has become America's addiction
  Those who ain't even Black use it
  We gon' keep baggin' up this here crack music