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conversations.value: Write me a song called Phone Home with the following description: “Phone Home” serves as the seventh track on Kendrick Lamar’s third solo mixtape, C4—inspired by Lil Wayne’s June 2008 album, Tha Carter III. This song is a remix of Lil Wayne’s “Phone Home” and features Terrence “Punch” Henderson, the president of Top Dawg Entertainment.
  The track is produced by Cool & Dre. In a June 2008 interview with XXL Magazine, the duo discussed producing the original for Lil Wayne:
  [Dre and I] wanted to do a record that reflects that [Wayne’s] a rock star from outer space. The whole concept was that there’s no real rappers left in the game and the ‘hood is calling him home. We actually had like 19 people [play on it]. We had trombones, violins, horns, and then we tripled them and made them sound real big. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Cool and Dre]
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  In due time I'm the modern day Albert Einstein
  I'm prime time like Deion
  And the rest of y'all is peons
  I pee on the best
  Whoever you are you can step
  Like a prosthetic leg
  I see monsters in my head
  That's why I rap with such aggression
  I tear down studio sessions
  Rappers scared, they walk in the booth
  With a bible and a reverend
  I use my mouth as a weapon
  Bullets rip through your mid section
  Rat tat a tat tat tat rata tat tat tat
  I'm a Comptown, nigga get a casket
  Go against me, that'll lead to my advantage
  Because I've got to eat
  And for real I'm feeling kind of famished
  Hotter than the earth core, don't show me where no fan is
  Show me where your fans is so they can see the real
  I'm sick and electrifying, that's double ill
  Me feel like me will be a legend like Will was a legend
  But I'm not an actor, put that in my will
  Gimme a second uncut coke lyrics what I'm stressing
  She want the raw so I fed her lines like Kevin
  Tell 'em I'm a werewolf, behold the 5 6 bigfoot
  Lear jet overlook the country like Garth Brooks
  Lyrics on point, plus I got the right hooks
  Like Tommy Hearns, punchlines burn
  I'm not concerned about the SoundScan
  Cause most of y'all is drowning
  A lifeguard that's lounging
  Meaning I don't worry about none of you rappers
  I'm way more live
  That's evil backwards
  Now with that great word play
  I tend to let my words play
  Like children on a Saturday
  It's sad to say you're not up to par
  And I don't play with mini golf and sharks
  Jump inside the pool of sharks, we're biting off your head, your heart, your legs, arms
  Bled like Jay Rock or Big Wy
  And make sure you wear a vest
  Because they my family ties
  Suit up
  You got a three piece?
   I got a three piece
  A MAC-11, a 9 mili, and a DE
  He backpedaling like a DB
  I'm such a Martian
  Call me ET
  Always behind it like I own the TP
  I shit, fart, pee pee
   on anybody track
  Walk in the booth and drink down a fifth of Ex-Lax
  Wassup
  Now phone home
  My nigga Punchline is on, wipe 'em down [Verse 2: Punch]
  Your boy carry that flame I am a arsonist
  I spit arsenic at you niggas cartilage
  Ill wip, drive by, niggas carsick
  20 on the charm
  VVS studded flawless
  Try and reach we specialize in garbage
  Taking out the trash put you underneath the tar pits
  How many times I gotta tell y'all niggas the big fish in the small pond
  I wail on niggas I'm vicious
  No, I'm serious
  Skip the birth canal and climb straight Cesarean
  You niggas ain't listening
  I'm not from 'round these parts
  I'm nonexistent
  Hit you with brake light
  Leave you missing