conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called No Church in the Wild with the following description: “No Church in the Wild” is an existential renunciation of traditional, organized religious worship. Its theme is reminiscent of a famous line delivered by Cassius in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar:
  The fault, dear Brutus
  Is not in our stars
  But in ourselves
  That we are underlings.
  This song won the award for “Best Rap/Sung Collaboration” at the 55th annual Grammys in 2013. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced By 88 Keys, Kanye West & Mike Dean]
  [Chorus: Frank Ocean]
  Human beings in a mob
  What's a mob to a king?
  What's a king to a god?
  What's a god to a non-believer
  Who don't believe in anything?
  Will he make it out alive?
  Alright, alright
  No church in the wild
  [Verse 1: JAY-Z]
  Tears on the mausoleum floor
  Blood stains the Colosseum doors
  Lies on the lips of a priest
  Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
  Rolling in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
  Only the doctors got this, I'm hiding from police
  Cocaine seats
  All white like I got the whole thing bleached
  Drug dealer chic
  I'm wondering if a thug's prayers reach
  Is Pius pious 'cause God loves pious?
  Socrates asked whose bias do y'all seek?
  All for Plato, screech
  I'm out here balling, I know y'all hear my sneaks
  Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy laid beats
  Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats
  Preach [Chorus: Frank Ocean]
  Human beings in a mob
  What's a mob to a king?
  What's a king to a god?
  What's a god to a non-believer
  Who don't believe in anything?
  Will he make it out alive?
  Alright, alright
  No church in the wild
  [Bridge: The-Dream]
  I live by you, desire
  I stand by you, walk through the fire
  Your love is my scripture
  Let me in through your encryption
  Yeah, yeah
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  Coke on her Black skin made it stripe like a zebra
  I call that jungle fever
  You will not control the threesome
  Just roll the weed up until I get me some
  We formed a new religion
  No sins as long as there's permission
  And deception is the only felony
  So never fuck nobody without telling me
  Sunglasses and Advil
  Last night was mad real
  Sun coming up, 5 a.m
  .
  I wonder if they got cabs still
  Thinking 'bout the girl in all leopard
  Who was rubbing the wood like Kiki Shepard
  Two tattoos, one read, "No apologies"
  The other said, "Love is cursed by monogamy"
  That's something that the pastor don't preach
  That's something that a teacher can't teach
  When we die, the money, we can't keep
  But we'll probably spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap
  Preach [Chorus: Frank Ocean]
  Human beings in a mob
  What's a mob to a king?
  What's a king to a god?
  What's a god to a non-believer
  Who don't believe in anything?
  Will he make it out alive?
  Alright, alright
  No church in the wild
  [Outro: Frank Ocean]
  No church in the wild
  No church in the wild
  No church in the wild