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conversations.value: Write me a song called Mode with the following description: PRhyme (Royce da 5'9" and DJ Premier) and Logic team up on the eleventh track of Southpaw: Music From And Inspired by the Motion Picture.
  This track was later given an extended version with three more verses, first posted on SoundCloud then later officially released as the thirteenth track on the deluxe version of PRhyme titled “Mode II”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by DJ Premier]
  [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
  Yeah, fall in line to fall back
  Big L's technique, Pun's grammar
  Before the roof went in the trunk
  The ragtop sat back behind the head just like a gun hammer
  My sickness should remind you of Christmas
  Cause I’m always coming down with something like a young Santa
  Understand, there will be no rematch
  The kinda ass whooping you’ll only have to open up one can of
  (Nickel Nine the God)
  You ain’t rolling forward you’re rolling wrong
  Reaching out to gangstas to be gangstas you holding on
  I grab a hold of this .44 long and let it go
  More than a four year old singing the Frozen song
  I put this Tec to your eclectic temple and wreck your wit
  Then carve in your tombstone “Heavenly father he wasn’t ready
  To collide  with a force to be reckoned with”
  Do you boys know who you messing with?
  I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I'm from the Midwest
  I stopped drinking so I can start policing the block
  Now I just cop smoke like pig breath
  Pac’s soul would come out if I died a big death
  Shoe connoisseur,
   
  who’s finer, your
  Bitch or my bitch? It don’t matter cause you with my ex
  The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie
  You extinct like a dinosaur
  , 
  you can probably find me
  Spooning with a dime looking like
  Lucy Liu
  , or something to my room
  Looking like a huge China drawer
  I’m a motherfucking walking hazard
  Find me in the bodying department
  When y’all rhyming if y’all don’t release, remind me
  Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it
  I man up, lifted the can up
  Killed the killer who ran up scared
  When I was eight my daddy yelled down the basement steps
  You only gotta listen to me and the man upstairs [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & 
  Logic
  ]
  'Cause I’m in motherfuckin' beast mode
  Beast mode, homie, I’m in beast mode
  Know who I am
  , 
  beast mode
  [Verse 2: Logic]
  Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity
  While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me
  Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me
  It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system
  I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain glisten
  I’ma get it like the world is endin'
  Dependent on if it’s impendent
  Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I’m sendin' in
  The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving
  Finger fuck who ain’t on improving
  We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them
  We constantly improving yeah through rejuvenation
  I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation
  A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason
  It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent
  I come so far from that basement
  They look at me and know I'm in beast mode
  [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" & Logic]
  I’m in beast mode
  (Then it’s game time) 
  Beast mode
  (I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
  (Know who I am)
   
  Beast mode
  (I’m, I’m in the zone for realer)
  (Then it’s game time) 
  Beast mode
  (I’m a beast) I’m in beast mode
  (Know who I am)
   
  Beast mode [Outro: Royce Da 5'9" scratches]
  5, 5’9, 5, 5’9
  5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9
  5’9, 5, 5’9, 5, 5, 5’9
  5, 5’9, beast mode
  PRhyme!