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conversations.value: Write me a song called Dead Rappers with the following description: On “Dead Rappers,” California rapper ScHoolboy Q enlists the help of fellow Top Dawg Entertainment rapper Kendrick Lamar for a boastful team up. On the track, the rappers boast about their expensive material possessions and privileged lifestyles, while also warning their opposition of their abilities. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
  Hey , yo
  Guess who's bizack still hit a crack him off loads
  Cocaine spit throat be the stove
  Stay running on these tracks and the mic be the soles
  Be cautious real spitters so you might get exposed
  Copycats spitting all these facts
  Without your life attached not understanding where your life is at
  You got your boy confused though I'm not convinced
  Would tell you washed up, but your flow is drenched
  Let me clear my throat let me spit these quotes
  And tell you Q, Jay Rock, Dot, we run the coast
  I'm so addicted, and so is Lifted
  So restricted, now your flow evicted
  Fake niggas see through you like eyelashes
  Eyeglasses like Kobe nigga, no passes
  My breed, knowing that you can't make 'em
  You can't break 'em, so peace As-salamu alaykum
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Goodbye, I know the rapper dead
  I'm on my murder job again in the morning
  This 187 on the line I know the rapper dead
  That means another record label is mourning
  So you can run but you cannot hide
  Cause when I see 'em I'mma kill 'em
  When I see 'em I'mma kill 'em
  Mortician got a feeling with embalming fluid
  Cause when I see 'em I'mma kill 'em
  When I see 'em I'mma kill 'em
  Lyrical homicide best believe I do [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Yo Q, these niggas think they cute
  Talking louder than the trumpet, when I see 'em where the fluke?
  Your opinion something moving like pew pass by 'em, hog tie 'em For the revenue, bullets peer through the bulletproof
  Look what the iron do scope now I'm eyeing you
  Silencer, now my iron grew I en route
  Learn, of the flow first to realize these rap guys
  Shit on 'em then throw them to the flies bombs like Al-Ca-ter
  Ride on my enemies, homicide
  Text like a referee, give you free shot for any penalty
  Drop metaphors, nouns and verbs plenty similes
  Serve like a waitress and you don't want seconds courtesy
  Off K Dot, the son of 2Pac
  Biggies nephew Big L said I was special
  Now let's do, lunch over these beats
  Even Punch said I was sweet
  Punchlines and kick hot rhymes 'till I'm burning my feet
  Ouch
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Goodbye, I know the rapper dead
  I'm on my murder job again in the morning
  This 187 on the line I know the rapper dead
  That means another record label is mourning
  So you can run but you cannot hide
  Cause when I see 'em I'mma kill 'em
  When I see 'em I'mma kill 'em
  Mortician got a feeling with embalming fluid
  Cause when I see 'em I'mma kill 'em
  When I see 'em I'mma kill 'em
  Lyrical homicide best believe I do [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q ]
  Wait I got it uh known for spitting knowledge uh
  Homages like tuition, they pay it like it's college uh
  Wait professor uh, well how I spit it this semester
  Look I'm sending MC's on a stretcher
  These bitches uh, all because my lyrical conversation
  Got these bitches begging for penetration
  Humiliation, Rappers they will know I demolish ya
  Spit you to a coma Dot finish 'em
  [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar ]
  Uh, wait, Diminish ya preach like a ministerCompetition naw they pussy get the vinegar
  Get in the ass like animals imitators get plenty of
  Propane, hotter when winter come, some insane
  Dope mane, bee's the studio, You ain't lived here
  Ever since I done came, record me yoooo
  Your own momma wouldn't do that
  She rather throw herself in the dumpster than listen to trash