conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Scenario Freestyle with the following description: Jay Rock, School Boy Q, K.Dot Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul (together as Black Hippy) rock over the classic Scenario instrumental with original lyrics.
  Originally performed by A Tribe Called Quest featuring Leaders of the New School, from the album “The Low End Theory” (1991). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro/Hook]
  Here we go yo, here we go yo
  So what’s the, what’s the, what’s the scenario (x2)
  [SchoolBoy Q]
  Crept up in this muthafucka soundin like a stun gun
  Fresh up out the hotbox got me smellin' like marijuana
  Flyer than a Desert Eagle when it’s starin’ down lookin’ at my people
  Shootin muthafuckas down just because I’m evil
  Live and direct like Cable TV pay-per view pay me
  Who Q? Ha-chu yeah blessed it, beautifulest tune
  You’ll tune on the record
  Everything is coke so I kick like Liu Kang
  Thinkin you can really get with this man you playin
  Get you a platoon,
   yeah floatin’ like balloons
  Get so high got to space then I shitted on the moon
  Went into a rage now the sun won’t shade Mars
  Know I got bars so I’m aimin for the stars
  Everyone applaud, praise to the genius
  Never would like to let the hoes bow to the penis
  Feenish
  [Kendrick Lamar]
  Kendrick relentless in other words a dentist
  I’m in they mouth without a doubt
  It’s funky grab an incent
  Grab a honkey, grab a nigga, grab a wetback, grab a chink
  Then put ‘em in a box like Michael and Leon Spinks
  Then tell me what you get for cultures feeling me
  As if they was blind and braille on my sleeve
  Peace, to hip-hop, down to earth
  Word to the voice of Chris Rock
  Can I rock like a '88 Camaro and T-Top
  Whoa, the scenario seem to flip like an aerial
  As I dip like a pull-up bar at the gym
  Won’t you witness the gem
  I’m a troop from Angola and
  You a cop on patrol that’s trying to Axel Foley
  As dumb as Napoleon Dynamite and I’m quick to blow up then BOOM
  Combustible like flames and petroleum [Jay Rock]
  It’s Jay Rock
  Niggas know my status
  Flip flows like a gymnast on a apparatus
  Leave yo body in pain if I hit you with this ‘matic
  Don’t even speak if you ain’t talkin cabbage
  Loyal to the cash, thinkin’ ‘bout a marriage
  Committed to the block that’s somethin’ niggas cherish
  Hmm.. if you dissin’, you missing Parish
  Then I’m on a mission, fishin Paris
  Lookin’ at some dimes, go get your cameras
  Black Hippy emcees and we got hammers
  Gang member slash rap nigga
  The name’s Rock, all the hoes call me that nigga
  Never relax, never do that
  Soon as you relax, them lames is stealin’ ya swag
  I’m the truth in the booth I’m killin’ the track
  To the point of no return no bringin’ It back
  I’m so fluent on the beat just spittin’ the facts
  You lames lyin, think you chief
  You bridgin’ the gap
  I’m the fountain of youth, you niggas is tap
  Like bugs in the phone, you niggas is wack
  [Ab-Soul]
  Enter the mind of the utmost divine
  Heel up reel up, bring it back come rewind
  Twilight zone
  , 
  war with the star
  Hans Soulo
  Top Dawg, not Todo, notch logo
  On my hand, knock you out
  Goddamn!
  Say I’m not lethal, inhumane
  Squeeze juice out a beetle
  Offended John Lennon come to cloud 9
  That’s where the cockpit is
  Me and Kendrick Lamar startling all contenders
  ScHoolboy Q, gangsta with a USC student IQ
  And Jay Rock a fuckin’ fool
  You make the wrong fuckin move
  He like “DON’T FUCKIN’ MOVE!”
  Aimin’ at you with the tool
  I’m like what am I to do?
  Crazy how the shit we make come out phenomenal
  Black Hippy, and as for me I’m the black sheep passin’ weed
  To Miss Bo-Peep
  Peep!
  Soul!