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conversations.value: Write me a song called Lord Above with the following description: Teased as “the most disrespectful song,” Detroit’s rap legend Eminem tags along with Fat Joe, Dre and Mary J. Blige to look upon their careers, acknowledge their rock-bottoms and regrets, and esteem the summits they conquered.
  Imminence of death and the need to make peace with one’s god is also a recurring theme throughout the whole song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Dre]
  Yeah
  We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus
  Hate is a sin, dog, be real, I got my hand on the pump
  You on Twitter in your feels, throwin' subs, arguin’ with chicks
  I pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with
  Passin' the offering plates, I'm the preacher in foreign whips
  Sermons and politics, miracles come with each and every flip
  That dinero from zero, so heaven-sent
  Immaculate, blessings from Mary, I reminisce
  On days we was broke, all we had was some common sense
  Last night, I had a nightmare I was at the stove
  I woke up in Paris cookin’ up for Hov
  That's why I thank the Lord for givin' me this life
  And even when I'm gone the music keepin' us alive
  Yeah, it's called forever-ever
  Ever-ever, ever-ever, family ties
  [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
  Oh, oh
  Yeah, yeah, oh
  I'm so grateful, all I need is love
  To the Lord above
  [Verse 2: Fat Joe]
  G6 globals, who'da thunk it, from the projects
  Eight balls, some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex
  Mischievous thoughts ’fore seein’ the sauce
  Told Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche, uh
  The Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters
  We the Jimmy's Cafe, ain’t no need for operas
  Had the fiends scream, "Hallelujah," fuck the prosecutor
  Gave my nigga fifty years and he was not the shooter
  When they see us, solitar' confinement
  Dig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds
  So we live a life, drop a hundred at the ferry, yeah
  My chick's from San Fran', but stay out my bae area
  You salute the cross, or you rebuke the cross
  Either way you meet the Lord when you get moved across
  Death knockin’ at your door got you squeezin' handle
  And you ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel [Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
  And I've been good, oh
  All I need is love
  To the Lord above
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  I'm sittin' here reminiscin'
  Think I just got a light bulb
  Somethin' I'd like to mention, this is just on a side note
  Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though
  I know me and Mariah didn't end on a high note
  But that other dude's whipped, that pussy got him neutered
  Tried to tell him this chick's a nutjob 'fore he got his jewels clipped
  Almost got my caboose kicked
  Fool, quit, you not gon' do shit
  I let her chop my balls off too 'fore I lost to you, Nick
  I should quit watchin' news clips, yeah
  My balls are too big, I should be talkin' pool 'cause I got scratch
  So my pockets full when I'm takin' shots at you
  Fuck it, lemme chalk the cue stick
  I'm over the top, like Cool Whip
  And I promise you the day I fall off or lose it
  I will stop and cut off the music
  Opportunist, wanna kill shit every chance that I got to do this
  Stackin' my guap, savage, I'm not to fool with
  Like a handgun, you could say I'm like a gat when it's cocked
  I keep it a (Buck, buck), your ass'll get shot
  If rap was an actual Glock
  You'd act like you strapped when you're not
  Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop
  You the man 'til I pop your top
  You ain't Jack in a Box and I ain't talkin' a hamburger spot
  Cracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson .Paak (Yeah)
  Rest in peace to Afeni and her son Pac
  You sent me that plaque with his rhyme sheet, I haven't forgot (Nah)
  Blow 30 million in a month, call it Brewster's Millions
  Just hope I don't lose the feelin', from soldier to civilian
  Got everything I need
  But I don't even see myself in the future chillin'
  Only thing I don't have in the booth's a ceiling
  Just call me The Roofless Villain
  They tellin' me sky's the limit, so I got my head in the clouds
  Unicorn in human form, saw a gift horse
  Looked him dead in the mouth
  And Lord, good lookin' out
  For sendin' me Edna and Charles
  Whenever Mom kicked me out of the house
  They were the bomb, then you sent me LL
  All the times that I hated myself, since eleven or twelve
  Only way that I knew how to better myself
  Is when I'm bet against by everyone else
  So, Joe hit the head on the nail
  You ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel
  I was gun-shy, but now like a snail
  The slug's comin' out of its shell [Outro: Mary J. Blige]
  Oh, there's no hate in this world
  That can make me give up
  That can keep me stuck
  Lord, I thank you (Lord, I thank you)
  I thank you, I'm so grateful, so thankful, so thankful (So thankful)
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, mm
  I thank the Lord above
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo