conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Prime with the following description: This is the 16th track off of Logic’s ‘Young Sinatra’ mixtape. Logic boasts about his lyricism that lies within his music, specifically in this song.
  The title can act as a double entendre,
  • Logic could be indicating that his lyricism is at its prime
  • Logic may feel as if he is at his prime as a rapper although he is still very early on in the game Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Hey, the mental state of a lyricist in his prime
  Spit divine, thought from the mind
  Poetic rhetoric that rhyme
  Leave punch lines that leave you conflicted and hit rewind
  Every time I spit an ill line, the world's mine
  Fuck a Matana
  Quit it the second I'm out the vagina
  Won't even call her 
  mañana
  , sike
  Lyrical Unibomber
  , I'm allergic to drama
  Mentality of a felon, rebelling elevate
  While you repellin', only hate because I'm sellin'
  Who you tellin'?
  See I was on that raw shit
  While you was on that naw shit
  The people, they gon' toss it
  When that all they endorse it
  I just waited for my time to shine, I never forced it
  Strategically planned it like Peyton Manning way before shit was even real
  [Chorus]
  La, la, la
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  [Verse 2]
  I remember nights as a child with my momma, hungry
  But my hunger for this music is on another level
  This shit will truly have you contemplatin' deals with the devil
  But homie I'm a king not a pawn I never settle
  'Cause the strength within my mind is so fine I can bend metal [Chorus]
  La, la, la
  La, la
  La, la, la, la
  [Verse 3]
  Yeah, In high school I wasn't worried about them A's and B's
  I was trying to make the flow unkillable to obtain these Gs
  Murder syllables, yes I aim to please, 
  so much ice they call me Mr. Freeze, sike
  All up under your girls skirt as if I was the breeze
  Flow Celsius I surpass degrees
  Homie, please
  And now I'm feelin' like I'm number 1
  Cause nobody made it in the game out of where I'm coming from
  Can you feel me?
  Me and my team devised a scheme to get the cream
  Followin' dreams, livin' our lives like movie scenes
  Started as a teen, sippin' liquor, smoking' green
  For music I was a fiend, my homies know what I mean
  Ha, lethal projectiles aimed at reptiles
  Best get your money in order fore' you get checked now (Yeah)
  [Chorus]
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  La, la
  La, la, la, la [Verse 4]
  Yeah, the beats my bitch, the mic's my mistress
  Fiance flowin' I engage, don't miss this now
  Hop on the track, you know I kill it to death
  Fuckin' with Logic, it's inevitable that I will result in your imminent death
  Now hit rewind and take a breath, homie ain't nothin' left
  I'm Gregory House and this game is testin' my patients
  Been on the low like Freemasons
  Livin' amazing, if your shit is hot my shit is Cajun
  Divine white wine flowin', yes you know its aging
  You got sixteens? Ha, I got mathematical equations
  [Outro]
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