conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 100 with the following description: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxwCobG6pJo
  Beat from Big Sean – 100
  Produced by DJ Don Cannon
  From Chaos’s 9th mixtape release Mid 90’s
  #Mid90s
  http://chaos.bandcamp.com/album/mid-90sExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook]
  As I look into the sky
  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
  Mama it's ok your baby boy gone be alright
  And living's better if it's life
  La da da
  As I look into the sky
  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
  Value every breath it till it all escapes my lungs
  Let the good die young
  La da da,La da da da, ohhh
  As I look into the sky
  Thought about a hundred things to do before I die
  Before I see the other side I suffer and coincide
  My death with younger breath and hope for those alive
  18 with a rap sheet never known to strive
  When he get out swing harder down to his only strike
  Bowling it's weird cuz he tryna dodge the pen
  Instead of going for strikes he let the enemies win
  Rolling will all my friends done taught to take a hit
  Now my only fight is against my thoughts of just making it
  Never said it was gone be easy believe me you're gonna struggle
  You'll get so caught up in leisure you'll scream because no one loves you
  The pressure of all the people around you when you are cuddled
  The succubus kills your trust and lust begins causing trouble
  Reflect back on the kid with a rap sheet I'm the same
  Only difference wrote it myself, helps me to show the pain
  I'm going toward the pen, ascending toward the fame
  And I doubt that'll ever change
  The nineties breeding a monster
  My fam not eating I conquer
  I sink my teeth in the lava
  To spit hot speech at this concert
  Lead my people to water, and hope I teach em to drink
  You lost at C.H.A.O poke the dream watch it sink
  Never feeling accomplished, writing a bucket list
  Listening to all of my thoughts read my writtens beyond the crypt
  If it is saga if it didn't exist
  Let the truth be in audition exist only on the disc [Hook]
  I'm just an a town kid with nothing special about me
  Doubt me throughout the years and my profession is cloudy
  Alchemy made me big renovate the surroundings
  I'm Malcolm verses the pigs they'd be better without me
  Shouting CP songs on repeat till I only speak through ouljas
  I'm Luigi Russolo make Art of Noise on every CD
  And on TV, they can see me take a bow can never read me
  Follow evil where's it leads me just to say veni vidi vici
  Can a defeat be done peachy if a massacres involved
  I left my challengers in atmospheres I'm NASA's one to call
  Left my balance to an amateur and cash became dissolved
  And if I have it then they had it too, I matched with all of ya'll
  Naw I'm sick of tryna blend in with the norm
  Uh I'm different I'm sitting in below the swarm
  Uh I need a new approach to attack with the words I wrote
  And be twice as deadly to those who doubted that I was a goat
  Eloped to this music business with horace upon my back
  With a knack of every rap cat go following in his tracks
  But that's not me, 5 fingers of death I've been attacked by three
  5 warlords suggest I could've matched Ali
  3 fingers attack me middle, pointer finger ring
  Point they fingers eff the world loves a lie another dream
  Wanna live before I die I didn't need 100 things
  As I look into the sky