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conversations.value: Write me a song called Don’t Front with the following description: On “Don’t Front,” Eminem pays homage and reminds people of hip-hop in his prime, the 1990s and 2000s. It was a previously unreleased  track from his Marshall Mathers LP 2 that was made available through Call of Duty: Ghosts and its collaboration with Em—the MMLP2 bundle. The song was also a bonus track on the 2014 Best Buy exclusive edition of ShadyXV. In 2023, the piece was re-released through The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (Expanded Edition).
  It samples the beat from the 1993 track, “I Got Cha Opin,” by New York hip-hop group Black Moon, with a familiar hook by fellow member, Buckshot. The track follows the same themes of its sample, with most lines paying respects to Black Moon. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Eminem]
  Used to get bent, now I represent to the fullest
  Pencil is full of insolent bullets
  I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
  Mixed with a toxic, 
  the plot begins to thicken
  I begin to spittin' like vintage Pac
  Demented, demonic, sinister
  Ever since the Doc' replenished me
  The day he gave me that shot when I was just about to quit
  So to not see him with me would be a shockin' image
  And I'm the definition of what a concrete chin is
  ‘Cause no matter how many times you sock me in it
  And knock me to the canvas, even the boxin' critics
  Know that if I get off to a rocky start, I'll always have a Rocky finish
  Eat me broccoli, spinach, cocky? Nope
  But I hope I offended you when I told ya how dope I am at
  This and put emphasis on the "dope"
  So when names come up, in that conversation of who's the dopest, better throw mine in it
  And don't mind me, while I remind you of the flow
  You won't find anywhere
  When it fires and I unload, my pen explodes
  'Til there's no rhymes in it, reload in no time
  Let insults fly every sixty seconds that go by, so you know I meant it
  In school I was so shy, timid
  Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
  Beggin' my mom for K-Mart MacGregors
  ‘Cause those were new, St. Vincent de Paul
  Those Pony's were used, and no size fitted
  But kissed them old days, adiós, I did it
  They said I was a gimmick
  Now I'm the one that those guys mimic
  Now you fuckers don't wanna go startin' no argument
  ‘Cause you know I'll win it
  Name a flow that's more authentic, and don't front [Chorus: Buckshot]
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, word
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Yo, why you frontin'?
  You know I got you open, kid
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  Rest in peace to Big Proof
  You was a beast, you lyrically mirrored me
  Molded my flow off of you, your spirit's flowin' through me
  I love you, Doody, without you I feel so incomplete
  I'm no king, no need for rose petals to be thrown at my feet
  I'm a thorn in your side, get thrown into a throne
  Better watch the fuckin' tone that you speak
  Feel like I'm in the zone, I'm in a whole different league
  On my motherfuckin' own, it's just me
  No opponents can compete
  And I've never been known to retreat
  From beef, be beat, follow trends or wallow in defeat
  I'm still hungry as fuck, but can't even say "Bon appétit"
  ‘Cause I don't know what to eat
  Fuckin' microphone or the beat
  Bitch, nobody's mind works like mine
  It's nose to the grindstone time, holmes, your mind's blown
  ‘Cause I rhyme like I'm still tryna get signed
  Up in the Ebony Show-case
  With Denaun screamin' "Who the fuck passed you the mic?"
  Never asked you to like my shit from the get
  I'd rather ask you to wipe my ass, bitch
  You had you a nice run, now take a hike
  I ever meet my match, I'ma strike that bitch first
  ‘Cause on the mic I gotta represent the real rappers
  The real rappers get their mothafuckin' skills crackin'
  Word to Buckshot and Dru-Ha, why the fuck not?
  You don't like it? Suck a cock, almost forgot
  Before I signed with the Doc, I almost signed with Duck Down
  ‘Cause Rawkus didn't make no offers, so mothafuck Loud
  They jerked me around, so what's up now?
  Wow, how much of an asshole would I sound like
  Rubbin' it in and holdin' some grudge now? But don't front [Chorus: Buckshot]
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, word
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
  Yo, why you frontin'?
  You know I got you open, kid
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  Late at night, used to catch a buzz, couldn't write
  Now I write the type of shit to make you wipe
  But wear diapers, ‘cause you might leave a streak
  I'm on a streak, windshield wipers couldn't wipe
  It's hard to decipher what cypher I might jump in tonight
  ‘Cause I'm hyper or somethin'
  Needin' someone or somethin' is lightin'
  This fire under me, it's breathin' new life
  It's like I already died once
  I guess some people only live twice, 
  and it's funny
  My days of being broke were so long ago
  I lost all concept of money
  But you dimes won't get a fuckin' nickle from me
  Oh shit, I'm down on one knee
  I'm havin' a stroke of genius—Elizabeth, I'm comin' to you, honey
  From boy to man
  And still make a whore moan, like a thyroid gland
  I'm in another category, man
  Don't group me up with them pop stars
  I never needed a pat on the back to get at a boy, band
  No offense? Yes offense
  Precedents has been set that'll never get met
  Middle finger pressed against Moby's nose
  Shouts to Obie, the curtains closed on my show
  But never forget that I'm the one you thought wouldn't ma
  ke it
  You can't take it, oh
  Got a whole generation of rappers comin' up
  That are nutty with the flow, but convince me you've heard
  An MC since me who's as good with the fuckin' mincing of words
  Without mincing words
   that'll make you feel like I'm pinching a nerve
  Who's as mentally disturbed
  You might as well stick a knife in me and turn
  It'll be like my skin bein' Indian burned, hah
  Bitch, there isn't one, when will you learn?
  Never been served, if memory serves
  I'd battle that 'til my own recollection remembers these words [Outro: Buckshot & 
  Eminem
  ]
  You know I got you open kid (
  Don't front
  ), don't stop frontin'
  You know I got you open, Word Life