conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Renegade (Original Version) with the following description: The original version. Eminem had a beat for Jay-Z but at the time he was recording with 2 inch reels and the reel with the beat on it was in L.A., and Em was in Detroit and Jay was on a deadline. Em removed Royce from this track and sent it to Jay who laid his part and sent it back to Em to mix and finish the standout track from the Blueprint album. 4 years later the DAT for this original leaked. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Royce]
  It's several different levels to picking up shovels
  And dumping you in ditches under sea level
  Front and you can witness
  Let me refreshen you niggas, tell you my position in this
  (Ch-chk!) Beef! Leave you under Venice, opposition finished
  Here it is, we invaded, created a pyramid
  Of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his
  So (ah-ha, ah-ha) breathe, 
  I'd rather reach for your neck
  And I never heat you for respect, unless you greet me with less
  I got a skunk in my trunk, I'm lying, I got a pump in my trunk
  You dying, how many lumps niggas want?
  Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all
  We too incredibly raw for any artist that said he would draw
  I stand firm, and it hurts to live it
  You open up that can of worms
  I hope you ready for the dirt that's with it
  Slap a hoe, snatch a mic
  Being brought to y'all in black and in white
  (
  It's the new!
  )
   Joe Jackson and Ike
  We renegades
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
  I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
  ‘Cause see, they call me a menace
  And if the shoe fits I'll wear it
  But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it
  Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics?
  Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
  Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits?
  But there's a huge interference
  They're sayin' you shouldn't hear it
  Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
  Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
  But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America
  As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment?
  Nah, nah, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
  And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed
  And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents
  You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage
  And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here?
  I don't think you do, so stay tuned
  And keep your ears glued to the stereo
  'Cause, here we go: 
  He's Royce, he's the King of Detroit
  And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a— [Hook: Eminem & Royce]
  —renegade!
  Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
  At any given time of day
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to talk about anything
  (Anything?) Anything
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
  At any given time of day
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to talk about anything
  (Anything?) Anything (Anything)
  [Verse 3: Royce]
  I determine what time it's on, 
  I call my nigga Proof
  Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose
  I'm tired of you new jacks,
   I'm tired of niggas that's like (
  I'm 'bout to blow
  )
  'less you a bitch, we don't care if you 'bout to do that
  Move back, youngster, the Glock gon' speak
  Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat
  The street, continuous to pit, quick to smash ya
  Or flash the clip, or give you the picture, develop the
  Click clock, six shots blows through another door
  And it gets hot, Hip-hop Quotable tug of war
  Who did you niggas' beats, you bitches, who made it work?
  That shit was *pfft* — I got harder two-way alerts
  Just when I thought my dog couldn't get any meaner
  You talk about his daughter, he probably go get you the nina
  You talk about his momma, he won't even give you the finger
  (He's crazy) Deranged, not media eaters, we renegades [Verse 4: Eminem]
  See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare
  Jesus Christ, the King of these Latter-day Saints here
  To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
  As a monger of hate and Satan, a scatter-brained atheist
  But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
  We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
  Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape?
  Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
  See it's as easy as cake, simple as whistling Dixie
  While I'm waving the pistol at sixty Christians against me
  Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
  In holy water, no wonder they try to hold me under longer
  I'm a motherfucking spiteful, delightful eyeful
  The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you
  What did I do? I'm just a kid from the gutter
  Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers
  'Cause I'm a motherfuckin'—
  [Hook]
  —renegade!
  Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
  At any given time of day
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to talk about anything
  (Anything?) Anything
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
  At any given time of day
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to talk about anything
  (Anything?) Anything (Anything) Renegade!
  Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
  At any given time of day
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to talk about anything
  (Anything?) Anything
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to say what's on my mind
  At any given time of day
  'Cause I'm a renegade!
  Never been afraid to talk about anything
  (Anything?) Anything (Anything) Thing