conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Raiders of the Lost Art (Madlib’s Mix) with the following description: “Raiders of the Lost Art (Madlib’s Mix)” is a collaboration by Logic and producer Madlib, who has released music together as the duo MadGic. In the track, Logic mentions a bunch of his and Madlib’s favorite Hollywood films. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  The first rule is we don't talk about...
  The first...
  Ayo
  [Verse 1]
  Beef with me and kill yourself, Bruce Willis Looper
  Always stay with two black nines like Mr. Cooper
  That's a throwback reference (First rule)
  Nowadays I'm working on nothing else but self-acceptance
  Ayo, the world tainted, people try but can't explain it
  Back when I was living single, yeah, I stayed with bitches like Khadijah
  Sniping emcees within my leisure
  My life was like a Tarantino feature
  Jack the Ripper meets Jack Reachеr
  Close encounters of thе word con
  Spielberg shit, the world's mine (Bitch ass motherfucker)
  Just a youngin almost famous, living dangerous
  Thinking deep like a suture
  Sometimes I reminisce but bring it back to the future (What)
  Raiders of the Lost, yo (Ayo, fuck you bitch ass motherfucker)
  [Verse 2]
  Ayy, I'm the big daddy, smacking you up like Gilmore's caddy
  Kyle in the cut making beats, rolling a fatty
  We the boys in the hood tryna make it in time
  Yeah, the concept is easy, hard part is the rhyme
  Grip the gat and blast away, the modern-day Cast Away
  Everybody th-(Ayo, fuck you bitch ass)
  Everybody think they know it all but it's just all pretend
  'Cause at the end of the day we all children of men
  And man has his flaws, always running their jaws
  A hundred miles and running, come on and catch me if you can
  Fuck the radio, we do this shit for the fans
  Flow sicker than Covid, got 'em throwing up their hands
  Black and white like a reservoir dog
  Twitch money, I'm the pog
  Your shit flawed, ripping through the city of God
  When it comes to my pinky ring, it's vintage 80's
  I'm the lord of the bling, I can't fuck with you peasants so it's more for the king
  Industry too fake, we too real, they don't trust us (First rule)
  We see through y'all like Ghostbusters
  Got my deal and I moved to LA, that's the west side story
  Logic known for staying positive like dads on Maury
  A curly headed kid who finally met the world quarry
  Everything you talkin' 'bout is straight irrelevant
  I'm Korben Dallas, you Ruby Rhod in the Fifth Element
  I once was a diamond in the rough
  We call this right here the shining, king of rhyming
  Me and my homies, yeah, we all good fellas
  Living in mansions, we used to be hood dwellers
  (First rule, don't talk about...)
  Raiders of the Lost Art
  Mulholland Drive on a dark night
  Ready for eternal sunshine bright [Outro]
  Raiders of the Lost Art
  (Fuck you bitch ass motherfucker)