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conversations.value: Write me a song called XXL Freshmen 2013 Cypher - Part 3 with the following description: Watch the cypher here! Episode 3 of the XXL Freshman Cypher of 2013 were Dizzy, Logic and Angel Haze, Body Cassidy’s “Another One I Like Instrumental” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
  I tried to take the time to become someone's inspiration
  Turnt up to the max, but talked about education
  Preach how marijuana was the healin' to the nation
  Tatted Bob Marley face to help me through all my phases
  This livin' life shit is startin' to take a hold on me
  Started out with verbalizin' poetry, murdalizin'
  Any instrumental anybody tried to throw at me
  And that's when hip-hop start to grow on me
  You could say that I'm proud, 'cause I wasn't followin' crowds
  I was stuntin' on all them niggas that was runnin' they mouth
  Surpassed my expectations on anybody with doubts
  Feedin' niggas the truth, why you niggas lookin' spoofed?
  The beginnin' to gettin' what I deserve
  'Cause in this life of sin, you only winnin' when it's earned
  So niggas gettin' handouts is liable to burn
  Yeah, you could shine now, but it's probably gon' die down
  So when it quiet down for the day
  And you broke, 'cause throwin' money seemed cooler than tryna save
  Nigga, be a man, make a plan, be a better nigga and
  Try to find a way to make a way, keep it G
  [Interlude: Logic]
  A'ight, I see you, yeah
  Maryland, what´s up?
  Visionary Music Group, RattPack
  Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Logic]
  I keep it real all the time like my crew, when I rhyme
  Just a killer in his prime with that predator state of mind
  I'm set to detonate, stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
  Don't test my fate, Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
  I play my role like Shakespeare, RattPack, ain't no fakes here
  I conceal my talent like a 357
  Ever since I was eleven I been a G, chillin' on the low-key
  Incognito, manipulate the steel like Magneto
  Smackin' suckers like mosquitoes, dispersin' verses like a free throw
  I'm Michael, the king, you fuckers is Tito
  Versace frames with the green shades, I only see dough
  Ballin' like a free throw, 
  you know my steelo
  I once was a prince with the vision of a king
  Now I run the whole thing, not defined by the bling
  Exterminatin' fakes like crooked jakes, killin' for high stakes
  Guarantee that it's my fate to be remembered as one of the greats
  No matter what it takes, boy, I'ma give it my all
  Like Jordan when he ball, never stumble, never fall
  Lyrical medicine, 
  repeat the formula
  Until I get it right like Edison
  Now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einstein
  The way he manipulated numbers, I manipulate the rhymes
  Like E=MC², nah
  E = Eater of MCs, beware
  Watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
  Married to the game, I'm the heir to the throne you been watchin'
  I know a lot of people lookin' at me
  Like, "Who the hell this White boy reppin' VMG?"
  Racially I'm no different from Cole or Young Drizzy
  Just a half-breed born to succeed, now what you need?
  Visionary, RattPack, Young Sinatra [Verse 3: Angel Haze]
  I am like magic, I am a classic
  Puttin' heat to these bitches like I'm ironin' fabric
  Can't satisfy the appetite of a savage
  So I'm eatin' 'til I'm at the top, openin' passage
  Openin' passage always so drastic
  I kill the shit and have them bitches holdin' a casket
  I am on point, bitch, I'm verbally cactus
  And it's my turn now like a rotatin' axis
  Tell 'em I don't hold my tongue for no one
  I'm a fuckin' asshole, so forth, so on
  And I rap circles round bitches, I got 'em runnin' in relays
  Had they jaw dropped in the same position for three days
  I hear them hoes hatin', I got a proposition
  Until you compose, you ain’t no competition
  I put bitches in a bag, be next
  I'm comin' up like gag reflex
  These bitches on my sack, t-dip
  I'm givin' out sneak previews, free clips
  Y'all bitches don't want the drama
  I end your sentencin' like colon, comma
  Call me misses, take the lead to these bitches
  On tracks like glue to the weave of these bitches
  I take 'em all in like I'm breathin' these bitches
  Then put a couple tricks up the sleeves of these bitches
  I'm killin', best believe I make 'em bleed and need stitches
  I can't believe you really be believin' these bitches
  Damn, dead is how I'm leavin' these bitches
  Watch 'em all get sonned like I'm breedin' these bitches